Hey, life? Are you kidding me?

Invisible tape my hiney!

It's my fault. I was trying to save a few cents. I mostly convinced myself it would be invisible when used. Wrong!

I got it to assist in decorating husband's door at the stroke rehab facility. I figured I would try to make things as cheery as possible; plus it would keep my mind and hands busy.

So anyway, invisible tape my ass! Invisible to who? Stevie Wonder? The three blind mice! Bocelli? Ray Charles?

It looks like a kindergarten that needed to repeat pre-k decorated the door.

The nurses are so nice. "Oh, are you a preschool teacher?"

Me: No, I teach 7th thru 12th grade.

As I'm trying to get the crappy noninvisible tape off my fingers and shirt, they share a look of confusion and fear.

I am kind of proud of my saying though:
This is a room of positive thoughts and words.
If you can't comply, say a quick hello and a quicker goodbye.

This is the noninvisible Branson shutting down,

Audra