International Jugglers' Day

If I could juggle, I would like to juggle a machete, a live chicken, and a bowl full of cherries all at once.  I don't know why.  I think I would end the performance by slicing and pitting the cherries with the machete and having them fall into the chicken's mouth, the pits would land in a neat little stack on the ground and the bowl would flip upside down and land on my head like a hat.  The machete would be in my hand, not hurting anyone or anything, of course.  Unless you count the cherries but I'm pretty sure cherries do not feel pain.

So I can't juggle, not even three little sock monkeys.  Or ping pong balls.  Or anything.  I can barely throw a tennis ball up in the air and catch it consistently. 

But I can juggle working, mothering, girlfriending, church-treasuring, writing, reading, and blogging all in one day.  And so far, no one has gotten hurt.  Though I don't usually use a machete for these tasks.