It all started when a 5×5 foot guy (with arms the size of power poles) asked a group of party-goers that very question.
Someone joked saying that he probably didn’t know the definition of the word and the conversation moved on. I didn’t.
He really wanted to know if someone, anyone, knew what bliss was and where he could find some.
I’m always up for a challenge and my search began.
It’s got to be here somewhere.
Oh, there it is.
Slippery little sucker.
Moments later …
“Rob, have you seen my bliss?”
“It’s right where you left it.”
Practice makes perfect.
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