Change the Locks

Just a friendly reminder: each and every day is uniquely identical. Hope you’re enjoying the infrared hospitality. Yesterday, for example, I could barely make out the fine print on my hearing test. Thank goodness it was color-coded. Oh, those damn Texans. You know how finicky they can be. In a hurricane, they can’t tell whether they’re wearing trousers or pants, but they’re getting so much better at the death penalty, especially now that jail time has gotten so expensive. Of course, after Lumbarski’s funeral, I just had to go ahead and say to Jaylynn, Who the hell wears heels like that around the house, anymore? I guess it’s a love-hate thing. The latest research reveals that each year of death is now a century long. Still, time passes faster than you think. You can’t fake a thing like that. Sadly, I’ve learned that others have their own thoughts and perspectives, too. Should I change the locks on all my doors?