I love whistling.

It’s such a happy sound! 🙂

My grandpa used to whistle all the time and I’m fairly sure my love of hearing someone whistle stems from this. At a former job, my friend Betty would whistle. I loved to hear her and told her that it reminded me of my grandpa.

I love to whistle myself and I catch myself doing it often. And the reason I catch myself, and stop,  is that I’m terribly afraid it will give me lip lines, like a smoker, and that some day my beloved lipstick will start crawling right up those lines.

So, it seems,  I’m just going to have to wait to catch someone else else whistling to enjoy their happy tune.