So in our dream, we're wandering around formerly bucolic Newtown, Pa. and somehow end up at our Gram's house for a party we weren't invited to. And then there we were, doing miraculous things at this party.
We threw a bull's eye from 40 feet away when Uncle Kevin said we couldn't.
We took on the entire family full of grandkids, new and old, on the basketball court in a game of 21. But aha! The rub? We had to play lefthanded and for free throws, we had to stand back by the road -- which makes them not exactly free nor not exactly a throw.
Troublesome launches? We don't know.
Point is we won that game, too, mainly because we really really wanted to.
Our pops always says that. So let the lessons keep coming y'all.
We win because we want to.
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Meanwhile, back in the what the eff is that song doing in our effing head?
"I'm all out of love. I'm so lost without you..."
Ew.
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