There are some days when all I can do is sit with mouth agape, contemplating the wonders of life, the world, and everything.
     This was one of those days.

     It started when I learned how much fun it can be to take a small flashlight into a pitch black closet with me.  Standing there in the dark, I tightly closed my eyes as I'd been told to by Parade Magazine's Marilyn vos Savant, put the bulb end of the flashlight into my mouth, and then tightened my lips down around it so that no light might escape past them. 
     Then I deliberately switched on the light.
     Wow!
     My mouth has been agape ever since just because of the two unexpected things which followed the flipping of that simple switch.  Or was it just one unexpected thing that happened plus the unexpected form that it took? 
     Whatever.  It was the most fun I've had since staring at a bright red towel for a minute with one eye closed, then looking at it with what had been the closed eye while closing the other, then alternating between the two....

     Not wanting to go out into the world with mouth agape, I stayed in and surfed the Web the rest of the day - just to give my fingers something to do while my mind passed the time in awe.
     Little did I know that Mike the Wonder Chicken was waiting to blow my mind all over again.
     Rumors of Mike had preceded his arrival on my screen.  In fact, I think it was last Tuesday that I first saw him mentioned in my newspaper.  I didn't believe such a creature could exist.  I thought he was the silly creation of some bored journalist working a bit too hard with a deadline just a little bit too near.
     You'd think after all the bouts of salmonella poisoning I've suffered over the course of the last 20 years I would have learned never to underestimate the powers of a chicken.  Ha! 
     Anyway, Mike the Wonder Chicken appears legit.  And what makes him such a Wonder Chicken is this:
     Mike lived four and a half years after being decapitated with an ax.
     And to think I almost didn't make it through my first high school study hall! 
     There's no way I can do Mike justice.  Click here to read about him for yourself.  Click here to read about him all over again from a second source. 
     Just be sure there's nothing breakable stored beneath your mouth as you do so!

     Had I not been too weak with amazement to shut down my computer and move from my chair, Mike probably would have been the end of my remarkable day.  Instead, it got even more remarkable as I risked overdosing on miracles and wonders by continuing to surf.
     
     While nothing can ever top Mike, Harry Hairball succeeded in giving him a run for his money.  Harry is a plush doll being sold by Amazon.com - specifically, a plush cat doll with hairballs and other things in his stomach which your child may reach down Harry's throat and remove if you're ever foolish enough to leave it within reach of your undeserving offspring. 
     If these entries suddenly stop appearing next week, it'll mean that my order has finally arrived!

     Of course they just might end forever with this one if another site I found succeeds in utterly taking over my life as it threatens to. 
     Online sand art.
     That's all I have time to say.