I know it’s supposed to be resolutions, but since no one really actually honors those, I’m starting a tradition. Let’s have a revolution or two.
Revolt against mismatched socks. If they can’t find a mate, let them go in the bachelor box with the rest of the rags. (We’re not even guessing what they would do there. I mean singles socks! Oh my!)
Revolt against female mosquitoes, especially the one that sneaks into your tent with you at night and buzzes in your ear just as you are almost asleep. Then she makes herself known. I know she’s just trying to sing you a lullaby, but come on, can’t she be silent? No matter how many times you swat at her, she takes that as a challenge and rubs your ear in it. Oh, and then when you finally are awake enough to be really annoyed, and get out your flashlight, she hides. There should be an all-out war against those!
Revolt against popsicles that fall off the stick and onto the sidewalk just as you have your mouth all psyched up to take that one last bite. I say sue the makers… or the weatherman.
Revolt against screwdrivers that change their tips in the middle of a project. You know the ones. If you are looking for a Phillips head, there are only flat bladed regular ones in the drawer. If you are looking for a flat bladed they silently change their tips and now all that appears are the Phillips headed ones.
Revolt against canned veggies. Real ones talk back to you both now and later. Pffft! (Translation: pffft = both inputting and outgoing.)
Revolt against the weather. Might as well, nothing else has changed it. Maybe a good revolt will straighten it up.
Revolt against junk mail. Either that or find a really great use for it. How about a bonfire. Naw that’s too easy. How about a paper airplane factory made entirely from junk mail. I mean the building. Kind of like a house of cards only this would be a house of junk. When we’re done, the post office could load all of the stuff up and take it back to Editor’s Clearing House. Or… do what my Dad used to do. Just put “return to sender on it and put it back in the mailbox. Then our post office workers will have twice as much to do. Or maybe even better, switch the ads from one piece of mail into the handy little return envelope of the other and send them both off. This is a definite possibility.
Revolt against unkind words, unjustified tirades and illegal acts. Revolt against wrong.
Can you find one of these things to revolt against? If you can, pass the word and the mismatched socks. We’ll start a mismatched sock registry.
Revolt and pass this blog onto your friends. Have a Happy New Year and see you all next week.
Revolt against mismatched socks. If they can’t find a mate, let them go in the bachelor box with the rest of the rags. (We’re not even guessing what they would do there. I mean singles socks! Oh my!)
Revolt against female mosquitoes, especially the one that sneaks into your tent with you at night and buzzes in your ear just as you are almost asleep. Then she makes herself known. I know she’s just trying to sing you a lullaby, but come on, can’t she be silent? No matter how many times you swat at her, she takes that as a challenge and rubs your ear in it. Oh, and then when you finally are awake enough to be really annoyed, and get out your flashlight, she hides. There should be an all-out war against those!
Revolt against popsicles that fall off the stick and onto the sidewalk just as you have your mouth all psyched up to take that one last bite. I say sue the makers… or the weatherman.
Revolt against screwdrivers that change their tips in the middle of a project. You know the ones. If you are looking for a Phillips head, there are only flat bladed regular ones in the drawer. If you are looking for a flat bladed they silently change their tips and now all that appears are the Phillips headed ones.
Revolt against canned veggies. Real ones talk back to you both now and later. Pffft! (Translation: pffft = both inputting and outgoing.)
Revolt against the weather. Might as well, nothing else has changed it. Maybe a good revolt will straighten it up.
Revolt against junk mail. Either that or find a really great use for it. How about a bonfire. Naw that’s too easy. How about a paper airplane factory made entirely from junk mail. I mean the building. Kind of like a house of cards only this would be a house of junk. When we’re done, the post office could load all of the stuff up and take it back to Editor’s Clearing House. Or… do what my Dad used to do. Just put “return to sender on it and put it back in the mailbox. Then our post office workers will have twice as much to do. Or maybe even better, switch the ads from one piece of mail into the handy little return envelope of the other and send them both off. This is a definite possibility.
Revolt against unkind words, unjustified tirades and illegal acts. Revolt against wrong.
Can you find one of these things to revolt against? If you can, pass the word and the mismatched socks. We’ll start a mismatched sock registry.
Revolt and pass this blog onto your friends. Have a Happy New Year and see you all next week.