Write four lines of prose about: excess.
Kat's dad and I finally finished the stairs going from the deck to the backyard today. Because, you know, if I'm not going to spend all day preparing for the market I gotta do something to occupy my time.
On Sunday, weather permitting, we're going to get started on the railings. Because, you know, with a baby coming sometime in the next three or four weeks it might be a good idea to make things around here as safe as possible for him.
The truck is full to bursting, ready to go to Penticton in the morning. Here's hoping people want lots of apples tomorrow. And squash.
"Do you think Eric's had too much to drink?"
"Depends... what's he wearing now?"
"Let's see... the waitress' shoes, no pants, a tablecloth he's turned into a cape, shot glass earrings, I don't know whose sunglasses those are... and the bartender's moustache."
"... Yeah, it's probably time to call it a night."