Giving money away like it was going out of style
Reaching deep into their wallet to make everything happen
And boy did they. They were a walking talking party
From sunup till way past sundown, sometimes for twenty-four hours straight
Then one day their aunt realized where her money was going, and he suddenly had none.
Making money used to be her main focus
If she didn’t add something to her banking account, she felt it was wasting her time
Leaving her weighing her friendships against the gold she was not making
Losing out on experiences due to hoarding time to use to make her stash dragonesque in scope
It took someone asking her what she was going to do when she finally had seven figures saved
Oh, she could let loose and buy some things, go on a dream vacation, or have an awesome party
Nothing would buy the memories and experiences she missed, that was her true accounting
Chocolate chips, brown sugar, vanilla extract play lead guitar
Oh, and all the stuff that gives it structure like a good back beat
Organize the lumps of raw dough on a baking sheet
Keeping good social distance between them
Igniting the oven and bringing it to temp so this party can get started
Everything comes out ooey, gooey, and so bad for you. Yum!
For the recipe of the above pictured cookies go to: https://sallysbakingaddiction.com/giant-chocolate-chip-cookies/
(I have not tried them yet, but they look awesome!)
So many options to pick from, Dan pondered his choices
High tops, cowboy boots, moccasins, loafers
Or sandals, flip-flops, or maybe his purple Crocs
Eveline slipped on her sensible clack flats and left.
She wasn’t going to be late to the party. Men!
Coloring her face to hide the emotions inside
Leaving a smile prominently painted in place
Outside she was the embodiment of extroverted entertainment
When the party was over she would sit alone in her car and cry
No one knew that the joke was on them
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Sweet nothings flowed from his mouth
Obvious to her now, he didn’t mean a thing he said
Until that moment she thought they had a chance
Reality left a bitter taste in her mouth, and her stomach roiled
Exacerbating the situation further he kept staring at her friend’s chest
Displeased with the whole situation she left him stranded at the party
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As the party swirled around him
Liam felt like he was in the eye of the storm
Only those looking for a respite would stop to chat
Never staying long before being swept back up into the fray
Eventually, he faded away back home
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She didn’t really like people, or at least that was her usual excuse
Her stomach spun so fast she felt she would just die
Yet here she was at the party
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Dexterously Susan picked the lock on Brad’s safe
Easing out the jewels and money, she finally located the flash drive
Fitting it her reader she soon had everything copied
Then she encrypted the originals and put everything back as it was
Yielding herself a small smile, she wandered back to the party. She deserved that drink
Temptation knocked at Wayne’s door
Rachel had called wanting a lift to a party
All Wayne could think about was would his car make it
Still you didn’t leave a woman like Rachel wanting
Hopefully this night wouldn’t be a waste
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