It's Saturday morning in the burbs,
and I've got nothing to do.
The kids don't have soccer or baseball.
It's too early to barbecue.
I cut the grass yesterday.
I already own everything from Lowe's.
There's no College GameDay until the fall.
I know! I can hook the pressure washer up to the hose!
I'll stand in my driveway
in a muscle tank and backwards cap
and whiten the concrete
while I listen to rap!
And before I know it,
two hours will have flown by.
I'll crack open my second beer of the day to combat the ten a.m. heat
and think to myself: It's only June. What the hell am I going to do in July?
Mrs. Ram's Jams 