What I want, you’ve got
And it might be hard to handle
But like the flame that burns the candle
The candle feeds the flame, yeah yeah
In my head, I don’t know if that’s Woody singing to Cathy,The SarMajeral singing to all of you, me singing to Woody (I have a man crush and I don’t care who knows it!), or me singing aimlessly into the ether… There was a lot of love at Civic Center Park this morning, so I feel like all options are appropriate. All I know is:
Oh yeah, well well you
You make my dreams come true
Well well you, oh yeah
You make my dreams come true
Mr. and future Mrs. Woodpecker, enjoy the forks… I hope you never have soup again. And on Saturday, when you’re asked if you take each other for life, in good times and in bad, don’t forget to respond with a boisterous and resounding “FUCK YEA!” Maybe say, “earmuffs” for all the kids first.
We love you. You love each other. We love that you love each other. You love that we love that you love each other.
There are things going on. Lot’s of things.
FRI AM: Union Station. Be there. Don’t even think about not.
FRI PM: Happy hour run to celebrate the opening of a new Illegal Pete’s.
THURS, 26th: FREE YOGA!
In the words of Troy: #DoThings
Sarg out.
