My dear peeps,
I have been so busy, as you can perhaps guess with my absence from writing. With what, you may ask?
Let me put it to you exactly like this. I have been ultra-busy writing plethoras of love letters to my neighbors whose main life goal is to never ever ever ever ever rake their leaves, especially after I raked mine for three hours. This is especially wonderful as yesterday the winds were only 60 mph and I could layer the entire back and front yard with the deciduous litter they have spread my way.
What do to thank neighbors like this, really?
Obviously I was thinking of a few things.
First, perhaps I would submit a secret letter to them that says, "Please pick up your disgusting leaves, bozo. Love, Hardworking Caring Neighbor"
Then I thought that they would probs notice it was me since I have been prone to stand out in the front yard glaring at them with red laser beams coming out of my eyeballs shooting at their faces, shaking my fist at the sky like Palpatine getting zapped into a crispy wrinkle by Mace Windu. That might be a giveaway. Wouldn't want to take it out of the DL flava, now.
So then I thought maybe I could just bag up all of their leaves that they allowed to blow upon my lawn and march them over, walk to their fenced backyard and dump said leaves upsidedown in a wild display of floppy armage while screaming, "How do you like that?! How do you like it all over your lawn, lazy pants?!" After the initial satisfaction that this would clearly cause, I seemed to ponder a slight flaw and see that I would be exactly in the same place I am now since the dears wouldn't bother about raking it up anyway and it would all just end up in my front yard again anyway.
The only real thank you could really come in the form of a brown flaming paper bag.
(Don't put it out with your boots, Ted!)
Yeah, well, I wish. I guess this is just the fodder that bounces to and fro as personal entertainment in my mind as I once again go outside and rake up five more lawn bags.
Peace, love, and I guess the T-shirt with the "Stop Being A Lazy Slob and Get Out Here and Rake" might be a bit over the top, too, (sigh!)
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