What Makes You Smile?


There are many different things that can make me smile - it all really depends on my mood, surroundings, kind of day I'm having, etc.

Having said that, here is a list of things that are guaranteed to make me smile...
  1. Orangutans;
  2. Gerber Daisies;
  3. Beaches;
  4. French Fries and Gravy;
  5. Bassett Hounds;
  6. 4:30 on a Friday afternoon;
  7. Sunsets;
  8. Cold beer on a hot day;
  9. Afternoon Naps;
  10. Plane tickets to anywhere.

What makes you smile?



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Anonymous said…
This is a great post and I did the same on my blog, just so you know! :) Have an awesome day!
April 28, 2009 at 5:06 PM
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