What the world, needs now.....

A box of thin mints, mebbe one of peanut butter too....

A baby's laughter....

That smile and that smile when you see an old friend....

Music.... virtually any flavor... kinda like eating at a yummy restaurant, ya grab a menu, opt, hmmmm, yum.

A high five, a fist bump, a HUG.....

Come on people now, smile on your brother, everybody get together, try to love one another right now...

Deserved time in the easy chair.....

A family reunion, or gathering. Take pictures with your eyeballs.  All you need is love (all together now)..  all you need is love (everybody).. All you need is love, love, love is all you need...

A cat is nice.  Sometimes, sure, indifferent, like us.  You call them.  (Answer that damn phone call, text back, huh uh).. BUT THEN.. just when you think there's no hope, they're on your lap, you've got them in a trance rubbing the top of their head, theirs ears, the purring is music.  See?  They knead you too....

You ain't nothin' but a hound dog.. but ya know, that's a pretty damn good thing.  The epitome of happy. Wouldn't it be grand if we all had tails and we could get the whole dadgum Country to wag them simultaneously?

Humor, oh, many types.  Making (light, joyous) fun of a friend, loved one.  Self deprecation.  It's kinda like the mirror in the morning.  Laughable.

The car to start, the furnace to come on, the light on when you open the fridge (not to mention enough toilet paper within grabbing distance as ye squats.)

Payday.

A piece of (enter your favorite kind here) pie.

That feel ya get when you smile at the day's events, hit the hay and pull the blankets over ya.

One awakens, thanks God for the opportunity.

A phone charged at 96%.

A blogger who understands going on and on can't be too much of a good thing.

What the world needs now is love, sweet love.. It's the only thing that there's just too little of.. What the world needs now is love, sweet love.. No not just for some, but for everyone.

I almost forgot.  Prayer.  Prayers of thanks, prayers for those in struggle.

By Henry Gibson.. Forward by Jackie DeShannon

Love, Victurd