It's spring, and about time. Time to get out the bike, stick my hands in the dirt, and take some time to enjoy life. Follow me below the fold for one of the moments in which I have soundly rejected al things serious.
Note to all: there is no politics, critique, or anything serious below. If you aren't interested, I won't take offense. I just needed to have a little fun.
Once...
On a beautiful, early spring night
After a brutal week personally,
What with Passover (the first meeting of the parents--“you have to pick a stone,” and “three month’s time is not long enough to plan a wedding!”)
And Easter (did I mention we are atheists and our families are not?)
And three inches of raw sewage on basement floor after the sewer line backed up (and out the toilet);
And an even more stressful week professionally,
Including spending sixteen hours on a plane for a work trip,
Only to realize Wednesday was tax day (and they had only sent their papers in on the Thursday before) and the she would need to have to deal with Fed Ex,
An infestation of mice AND rats in the company office and factory,
And news of the pay cut and furlough they would be taking,
While sitting on the back patio,
After getting reacquainted with her partner (mmmmh….aaaahhhh…)
In just a tee shirt and his boxers and trying to wrap a throw blanket the size of a towel around her body,
She thought to herself,
“I really wish I had a snuggie.”