When all of your playthings (DA DUHN DUHN DA!) Someday disappear (DA DUHN DUHN DA!) Girl will you be happy (DA DUHN DUHN DA?) With nothing but tears? With nothing but tears!
(Gosh I love the Monkees! They're like the puppy-sized elephants of American oldies bands!)
So let's just cut to the parts! (Have you noticed that I like dividing stuff into parts? I HAVE)
Part 1: SNOWDAYS!
Us here in Illinois are wimpy and, when we have a blizzard, we require days afterward to clean it. Unfortunately, we did not get three snowdays. However, we did get two! It was beautiful, that middle-of-the-week weekend. Though, we are not as wimpy as the Brits in London who got two inches of snow and freaked out. We got 20 inches; I think we deserve to be allowed to freak out. school was closed for two days cause our uber-suburban town cannot efficiently clear our streets. They got to our street at ten AM, then promptly cleared our alley at 11 AT NIGHT. After a series of clever remarks from my father.
"Why didn't you do our alley?"
"We need special equipment for gravel."
"We paved our alley ten years ago for this very reason."
"Oh. Well we'll send someone over right away."
Part 2: I don't know where this is coming from
I believe there are four things all humans should feel passionate about: Love, Hate, Home, and Religion. Everyone deserves to find love in all different kinds of relationship; friendships, family, romance, everything. People have the right to hate certain things, in fact it balences our world. Our world is like a scale; without both hate, love would outweigh everything. It would be unbearable and everyone would feel they could live forever. Every peron should feel at home somewhere, even if it isn't where they live. And everyone should find a strong conection to a religion.
I'm tired. So I must leave you.
You can Google, your friends, you can google yourself, but your friends won't Google you.
Google yourself and tell me what comes up.
LOVE YA!
Rex
(Bet you all thought I'd forget to say forever and always! BUT I JUST DID!
(To those of which I promised to send my manuscript to you, I WILL TOM.)
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