My neighbors are having their reception for their daughter's wedding in their yard. We are invited. Unfortunately, we have lost the invitation. Thus, we must resort to peering out the window to determine the formalness of the outfits and the time people are arriving. At least we don't have to worry about parking, because that might be a bit much.
Due to our ineptitude for finding and keeping things, we debated about the possibility of recycling the invitation. Of course, since everyone slept until eight, the recyclables were not recycled. Unfortunately, no one wanted to look through the recycling, and fourteen hours did not hail any significant help.
I'm off to look through the window, the wonderful window by the door.
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