Ron and Izzy's bank account was like a dried up lake bed on the African veldt. A wide, shallow depression covered with dry, parched, cracking mud, and at its lowest point a murky pool consisting of $5.15. The bills, which they kept next to the toaster in an old broken napkin holder, waited patiently for the payday rains like a vast herd of thirsty animals. Ron and Izzy's need for a new tube of toothpaste and an oil change also waited. The rains, which fell every other Friday, would fill the depression of their bank account to its very lip and all would enjoy a brief season of plenty. The lush grass of abundance would crowd its thirsty banks again.
Ron stared at Izzy across the kitchen table, "You wanna go out to that taco place Friday night?"
"Yeah, that'd be nice," said Izzy.
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This comment is about your header picture and not Ron and Izzy! Jack, your face is killing me. . .makes me laugh every time I see it as it was the face of your most recent October in Vermont visit! I actually had all three of those life preservers in my hand today as part of my cleaning up process. They are now nicely stashed on hooks in the under the stairs closet. Prior to that they had been on the clothes tree and in the cradle! Happy Anniversary, Josh and Sarah!
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