Are you shittin' me? I had a contact lens in my eye? This is like going to work in a suit & tie with no pants on for a year or two. You can't make something this stupid not look so stupid so I won't. I just added it to the Top Ten list of eff-ups in my life, so let's get on with plans for success:

So the maxoflaxo anti-b is one drop at a time and you should see me now . . .OK, I'll knock off the joyboy throw-ins. Max is clearing the eye and four days of
R & R = New nirvana. The settled-in scenario is working for both of us and roll me in horseshit . .
thank god I'ma country boy
my girl is perfection.

All of these words are outlet-material to refer back to when the red-red robin goes bob-bob-bobbin and it's no longer about an asshole that did the unexplainable but more of a posting for posterity and dig me purposes. Bleachers sang about wanting to get better and I do it this way. Eff-ups are part of life
(this was a B I G one . . .) but eye on the future sees good things for our charmed couple and I'm sticking to that. Rose gardens, rose tree oil and rosie-the-riveter all are giving a standing ovation for the genius who gets poo-poo on his hand when he wipes. Call me a tow truck scintillating scoundrel for ordering a LI ice tea here. You can't make a sow's ear hum the national anthem if your ass fell off. Today I'll salute, have a toot 'cause jesus wants me for a sunbeam.