There's a beetle crawling towards me as I type. Kinda freaked out, not gonna lie.
It's really hot outside.
Like, Texas hot. Texas-in-summer hot. Front-door-open, Texas-in-summer hot.
The fish are kissing, and the cat is climbing the screen door. He's almost able to open it, now. He knows to push the button, but he isn't strong enough to fully depress it. He thinks I'm gonna let him in. What am I? A pushover? Hardly. I'll let him in anyway. . . in a few hours. Or minutes. Not days, that's mean. Not seconds, that's kind.
Luckily, I don't work on Father's Day. I'm fairly certain my fam wouldn't be too happy 'bout that.
I'm just waiting for the CWS. Can't wait.
(Did I succeed?)
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