The result is the same but the melody has a different hook. These are the compelling moments in a privileged homestead. Your foliage has flopped and worse still, the water feature is dormant. Where do we turn, who hears our pleas? Just stop it, OK? Nobody's fouling their drawers or playing victim du jour. You move right into classy remediations and the pool tile glistens and time will dictate what lovely ornament will be in that corner of our cognitive casita . We've got dear ones on the mend and there's where the useless shitting of bricks over minor disruptions comes into play. Eff you Salieri and your too many notes excuse. We've got happy place covered and who cares if the 10 o'clock is more like 8-ish.

All Ed Burns guys know what I mean by sometimes he's more Woody that Woody now is. I'd so much like to scrape together our ancestral odyssey in a romcon but the effort would be out of my current capacity. So I'll just think it instead. Maybe when Apple comes out with iGlove, I'll surprise all of us.