Rabbit Trails

My Aunt N. had a record we used to listen to a LONG time ago, I can’t remember very much about it except this…….’she’s the pink of perfection……………she’s a dainty baboon, and she think she’s the pink of perfection!’ I thought it would be a good title to the thoughts I have been having concerning pride. We sometimes can be very ‘full’ of ourselves. Toot our own horn. Remind people about how sad they would be without us. But we are a vapor. We think we are more pure than the wind driven snow……. But all we are is a landfill. We think we are a wad of fifty dollar bills…… But all we are is a cup of bad coffee. We think we’re the greatest thing since sliced bread But all we are is a can of cheap cat food. We think we are as dandy as Roy Rogers But all we are is a computer virus. We think we are a crisp Autumn morning But all we are is a ring that is too tight that won’t come off…….. We think we are a fresh box of Shipley’s donuts But all we are is a lost library book. We think we are the ...