So I had a wake-up call today.  It hit me like a ton of bricks, but I’m certain this is just the tip of the iceberg.  I realized that I don’t have two nickels to rub together, and I said to myself, “Don’t get your panties in a twist.”  It just means it’s time to put our noses to the grindstones and grab the bull by the horns.  After all, good things come to he who waits, but we can’t just phone it in.  It’s time to pick ourselves up by the bootstraps and hit those bricks.

All joking aside, all bets are off.  Time to take off the kids’ gloves.  We need to quit horsing around, face the elephant in the room, and take out a new lease on life.  All’s fair in love and war, and sometimes they rub salt in our wounds.  But we can stem the tide, and turn the tables, and refuse to wave the white flag!  Allow me to pour the Kool-aid and catch the bastards off-guard!

Yet a chain is only as strong as its weakest link.  No man is an island and the fickle finger of fate makes the King’s ransom only 50/50.  To gain the object of our desire we must rattle their cages!  We must never forget the Alamo!  We must jump out of the frying pan and into the fire!  What are you?  Chicken?

Thank you and all’s well that ends well.