Took a swig of vacay and snuffed out laziness, tying my boots to march back into the workplace. twelve to five aint so bad, a hundred "how are you"s and goods, bagging up and then punchin' out, the ocean 101 takes me home. It smells good here-- always does (except those two days gram made fish). Kisses all around, short potato time, then to the table where I fill-up my dish. Man a full stomach feels good. I hear kisses in the next room as mom and pop tuck Cody in bed; rub his belly, pat his head. Tomorrow I'll sleep late again; not on purpose, but because this place wants me too. I'll have a slow morning before getting pounded at work, what do they call this? Oh yes... Life