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Lighten Up



I can’t remember what the subject was, but one of my oldest, dearest friends recently responded to something I said by replying, “Lighten up.”

Boy, did that ever tick me off. For some reason I don’t appreciate being told to lighten up. Perhaps that is a sign that I take myself too seriously. Perhaps I have a good reason. Who knows?

At any rate, as an attempt to follow this sage advice, I am opening a completely unofficial search for new topics for the Howard Readers’ Poll. Here are some suggestions to get you started.

Best local place to get out of the house with an infant if you are just losing your mind:

Target

______ write-in vote

Best local place that doesn’t exist anymore that you are still mad about:

Welcome Center

______ write in vote

Best Columbia pool to go to if you hate kids:

_______ (not my wheelhouse)

_______write-in vote

Best Non-traditional place to watch Fourth of July Fireworks:

Talbott Springs Elementary School

______write-in vote

Best local Bouncy Castle:

Do they even have bouncy castles any more or have they been replaced by trampoline towns?

So, there you have it. Can you think of some addditional categories that would make you and your friends burst out laughing if you saw them in the Howard Readers’ Poll?

Submit them here:

https://www.facebook.com/VillageGreenTownSquared/?ref=bookmarks




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