The Color Red

Do you have a red car? I’ve never even considered a red car. Red cars are flashy. You can’t poke along. You have to drive twenty miles over the speed limit. It’s a rule. Only the young and the reckless are allowed to drive them.

I’m not young and I’m not reckless.

Do you have a red dress? Own a pair of red pants? Red dresses have to be slinky and red pants are always skin tight. If you weigh over a hundred pounds you might want to consider black instead. Tuck a few extra pounds into those pants and it will look like you’re dragging a caboose.

Red heads have tempers and red hearts bleed. I will never earn the Red Badge of Courage and forget to mark the red letter days. I even fall asleep on the red-eye.

So why do I like The Color Red?

It’s one of life’s little mysteries.

Have a nice day,

LizzyJean