As I dragged the trash out the other night, feeling very sorry for myself, I looked up and caught a fat, round moon laughing.
"So full of yourself," I snapped.
"So fill yourself up; Who's stopping you?," He quipped, shimmering for a fight.
I stared up at His Brightness with no come-back at all. The moon gloated in his cleverness.
I laughed at the absurdity of it all . Then, with the moon as my partner, a fifty-five year old woman danced by the dumpsters.
