In these days of: financial woe, a constant rising rate of unemployment and a truly bleak future for everyone except the criminally insane, this "FREE Button" service has lifted my spirits to a near non-suicidal level of glee. I wept without shame; "my tears were tears of joy!" I've completely dismissed the fact that I'd brought my winter coat in to have the zipper repaired and now I'm left with huge gaps that one, small, button cannot accommodate. It's the simple gesture that gives me a warm feeling of pride. Every time the cold bitter winds pound my exposed torso, I'll think back on Yu Lu, my dry cleaning/tailoring expert, with a fondness surpassed by none!
Don't look now, but I'm 'a wishin' for a free shoe lace for my Beatle boot.
All my life things have been what they have been. I thought I was on top of the world when my boss over at the Church Cake Sale Management Company put me in charge of measuring kitchen tables: But never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that I would become the junior assistant to the assistant of the assistant president of The Miniature Cattle Display Club here in Spiderbone Illinois. It's as if I was drinking a Rob Roy with Roy Clark or hailing a cab for Haley Mills or...dang, I had another one, but it slipped my mind. But anyway my recent appointment has made me the toast-of-the-town in a town where toasting is not an activity to be taken lightly. It seems like just days ago I was living in the boiler room at the Moose Lodge. Now I'm living in the laundry room of a swell apartment building. Things just always seem to work out good for me. Who knows, someday I might own a bait shop or become a camp host! Oh yeah...now I remember, or like tossing a beach ball with Lucille Ball.
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