The optomist.A facebook friend of mine posted an image of a wild grape vine. And I commented that it would be nice if grapes grew on those vines (they

[olusteebus]

This is the story of the eternal optimist. There was this little girl named Candi and this litlle boy named Leslie. They were in a pen that was filled with horse manure. Leslie was whining and crying about all that manure. They were up to their necks. Well. Candi was jumping around and swimming around in the mess and diving down. Leslie asks "how can you be so happy with all this horse shit up to our necks?". Candi stopped and beamed,"with all this horse shit, there must be a pony in here someplace"!