The real optimist

I have been called an optimist, which I know will sound odd to some people in my family, but that may be because I come from people so optimistic that they are still hoping for the best after 38 years of failure.

It's hard to compete with people like that.

I am more the sort of person who is willing to try one thing after another always hoping to land on the right answer.

But it would be hard to beat my daughter who came out of the restaurant at noon today, stepped into a dreary, drab, rainy, snowy, cold, windy day and said:

Wow, it's turned into a good day!