Red All Over

What's black and white and red all over?

Hold up your hand if you think the answer is a newspaper.

 

Of course, you knew that if you held up your hand, you'd be wrong. That would have been entirely too easy. Besides, I said "red" and not "read" ... har har har ... Are you laughing yet?

Anyway, today it's me that is black and white and red all over — I'm wearing a black shirt and white pants, and that riddle was so hokey that I'm blushing a bright red.

shirt — Rafaella (thrifted)

corduroy pants — London Jean (Victoria's Secrets)

belt — Aéropostale (thrifted)

boots — Trumpet by Wanted (DSW)

I know that that's one of the oldest riddles in the book (it dates back to at least the year 1917), but it still makes me laugh a little bit. And that's a good thing — laughter is good for the soul. There was a time, not that long ago, when I didn't laugh a whole lot. And I tell you, I was not a whole lot of fun to be around. I was just kind of existing ... putting one foot in front of the other. I would go to work, then come home and work some more, or then crawl into bed so I could get up the next day and do the same thing all over again.

And that's no way to live — a life devoid of laughter is a pretty empty life. These days, I still work really hard and put in long hours, but I try to find the humor in things. I still don't laugh as much as I probably should, but I'm a whole lot better than I used to be.

"With the fearful strain that is on me night and day, if I did not laugh I should die." 

~Abraham Lincoln

Linking up to the Every Body Every Wear black-and-white challenge.

Forgive me for the less than adequate pictures ... My point and shoot is a great little camera for outside, but I can't figure out how to take decent pictures with it when I'm stuck inside. I would have waited till the weekend to take them, but then I would have missed the EBEW challenge, and with all the black that I own, I couldn't let this challenge pass me by.