Cause every day is funny... all you can do is laugh at life in the fast lane….

Today the roads are completely snow and ice covered. I couldn’t leave for work early because my son had to be at show choir at 6:45am. So I drop him off and start the slow crawl to the interstate. I make it up the on ramp and things are looking good. I move into the middle lane so that the people that are doing death-defying acts in the far left lane can fly around and to stay out of the way of people coming up the entrance ramps from the right. I think I’m sitting pretty and shall just putter into work.

Next thing I know, we’re slowing down and braking. People start going around a truck that is really being cautious. Good for him, but I just can’t drive that slow. Did I mention that I'm not a good driver? I know this comes as a surprise to many of you, but really, it's true. (As we all know, Toby Taurus is a race car in disguise. Don't let his austere exterior fool you. Toby Taurus is ready fly dementedly down the road. It's not me that speeds; it's my cars. I have to hold them back.)

Any way, I finally switch lanes and go around him. As I move past him, I see the name on the truck is SpeeDee Delivery Service. Now that’s funny! Everyone is passing the SpeeDee Delivery Driver. He should be called Safe and Dependable Delivery Service, not SpeeDee Delivery Service. He’s in the wrong lane! He should be in the fast lane!

As always, helping you find the humor in life…

Not to fear, Captain Smiley is here!

Cause every day is funny... all you can do is laugh at yourself when you find yourself having a major undergarment malfunction in a room full of people. Here's how it went down...

I come into my exercise class, all unsuspecting and sleepy, wondering what I'm doing at a kickboxing class at 4:20am.

So, things look normal enough as usual. The class starts with jumping jacks, and I know more than raise my arms over my head, and immediately my boobs fall out of the bottom of my sports bra and my sports bra is pushed up to my neck! Now granted I do have a t-shirt on, but oh I had to stand at the front of the room so I could see what we're supposed to be doing. I try to yank it down, with no cooperation at all from the stupid sports bra. I'm panicking. I can't go through a 45 minute class of sit ups, push ups, jumping jacks, and boxing with no bra on! I make a run through the entire room of people for the bathroom. I make it! I adjust things and get the darn thing strapped on correctly.

I run back out on the floor to my spot. Think anyone noticed?

Ah, yes, just another day in the life of Missy Reams!

Not to fear, Captain Smiley is here!