Taxes, Diet. My least favorite words.
Saw my groom, made my exit.
Lou, too blue. Who knew? Few.
Does Mother Nature need some Xanax?
Stockpile “happy pills”. Chaos is inevitable.
Sometimes, it’s not who, but when.
Tomorrow is day after tomorrow’s yesterday.
The meaning of life? Define life.
Kids’ student loans will outlive me.
You need space? See ya never.
Need ideas for my gratitude journal.
Don’t have kids til they’re thirty.
Red flags? Bad vibes? Extricate yourself.
My least favorite child? “Not Me”.
This is it? There’s nothing more?
Mom was wrong always and never.
Path of least resistance is lazy.
The low road is terribly overcrowded.
You’ve lost yourself; who has you?
Being invisable, unavailable, is powerfully peaceful.
I am governed by despotic teenagers.
Just tell the truth. I’ll live.
Lost power due to internal storm.
I said I’m fine. I lied.
You Just Can’t Make This Shit Up 
Aloha, Amy — More good ones. Here’s another: Invisible is spelled with an I.
Love, Bill http://www.billworthbooks.com
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Ahhh, clever! BTW did you see the most recent post before this one – the poem? I am used to reading your thoughts but perhaps you didn’t have anything to say, which is understandable and fine.
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All good six word stories. You are so creative.
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