I hope to once again lick cheezie dust off my fingers without the fear of dying.
I hope to hear a bartender ask, “Will that be shaken or stirred?”
I hope social distancing passes the baton to social dis-DANCING.
I hope the pandemic is the toughest thing our kids ever go through.
I hope Karen’s go back to living their best life without the psycho stigma.
I hope someone looks at me the way I look at a travel brochure.
I hope homeschooling Mom’s realize they’re the superheroes in this story.
I hope hate and divide are replaced with unity, love, and brie cheese.
I hope to restore relationships tested by polarizing points of view.
I hope divisive political figures go duck themselves.
I hope to blow out my vocal cords singing at a concert.
I hope to feel safe going into large crowds again.
I hope the bands plays more cowbell.
I hope YOU keep being you!
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