How Pessimists Count Their Blessings
At least I’m not internally decapitated.
Thanks to my husband for this one.
I remember exactly the context in which we first heard the term “internally decapitated,” but out of respect, I will leave that out of this discussion. I don’t mean to be flip.
But wouldn’t you agree that internal decapitation sounds like a huge, gigantic, monumental bummer? I mean—you’re alive, yes. And that’s good. Your story isn’t over, as it would be with external decapitation.
But still…
Internal decapitation.
Yikes.
Makes a regular crappy day sound like happyfacerainbowsallthetime, don’t it?


