One of my best friend's parents has me on their email distribution list. It's usually religious but it ALWAYS involves thought. The following doesn't qualify as a joke but it definitely qualifies for "Bardonics".
Subject: RESIGNATION
I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult, effective
immediately. I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities
of an 8 year-old again.
I want to go to McDonald's and think that it's a four star restaurant.
I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make a sidewalk with
rocks.
I want to think M&Ms are better than money because you can eat them.
I want to lie under a big oak tree and run a lemonade stand with my
friends on a hot summer's day.
I want to return to a time when life was simple; When all you knew were
colors, multiplication tables, and nursery
rhymes, but that didn't bother you, because you didn't know what you
didn't know and you didn't care.
All you knew was to be happy because you were blissfully unaware of all
the things that should make you worried or upset.
I want to think the world is fair. That everyone is honest and good.
I want to believe that anything is possible. I want to be oblivious to
the complexities of life and be overly excited by the little things
again.
I want to live simple again. I don't want my day to consist of computer
crashes, mountains of paperwork, depressing news, how to survive more
days in the month than there is money in the bank, doctor bills, gossip,
illness, and loss of loved ones.
I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth,
justice, peace, dreams, the imagination, mankind, and making angels in
the snow.
So .. . here's my checkbook and my car-keys, my credit card bills and my
401-K statements. I am officially resigning from adulthood.
And if you want to discuss this further, you'll have to catch me first,
cause........
......"Tag! You're it."
Pass this to someone and brighten their day by helping them remember the
Simple things in Life.
Jeff
P.S. You know it's been a long day when you complain to your wife that the left-over honey mustard sauce is bad and tastes like gravy!
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