"Happy, Happy, Happy."

       
       If you are Happy and you know it clap your hands. Whoohoo, I'm a happy little clapper.
        Autumn has arrived and winter is on the way, not many more blasts of hot stuff to come for awhile.
       
      I know their are odd people out there, who consider being poached, baked and frizzled by the sun a wonderful day. I haven't really worked out your reasoning yet, but it takes many to make a world.

     But now the days are getting shorter, there is a hint of dew early in the day. Yes, I'm still clapping.

     When you wander first thing in the day and your shadow is long and model thin. That is when you can really clap.

     When just perhaps you really are super, duper sexy, and super, super slim.