This morning I shot six holes in my freezer. I think I've got cabin fever.
Drive-in, you guzzle gin, commit a little mortal sin.
It was too much Tequila, or not quite enough.
Fun is about as good a habit as there is.
And there's that one particular harbor Sheltered from the wind Where the children play on the shore each day And all are safe within...
Sail the main course in a simple sturdy craft. Keep her well stocked with short stories and long laughs. Go fast enough to get there but slow enough to see. Moderation seems to be the key.