Erma Bombeck on Worrying
I worry about introducing people and going blank when I get to my mother.
I worry about a shortage of ball bearings; a snake coming up through the kitchen drain.
I worry about the world ending at midnight and getting stuck with three hours on a twenty-four hour cold capsule.
I worry about getting into the Guinness World Book of Records under "Pregnancy: The Oldest Recorded Birth."
I worry what the dog thinks when he sees me coming out of the shower, that one of my children will marry an Eskimo who will set me adrift on a iceberg when I can no longer feed myself.
I worry about salesladies following me into the fitting room, oil slicks, and Carol Channing going bald.
I worry about scientists discovering someday that lettuce has been fattening all along."
~Erma Bombeck
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