Perhaps too much information for you Sometimes I think that it might behoove me to become a raving loony. However, I'm not sure if "behoove" and "loony" can be used in this context, in the same sentence. I have no real reason for wishing to go completely mad, other than the thought that it might be fun and an interesting way to pass the time. Of course, my only real experience with anything like a raving loony are the characters as protrayed on Monty Python, and my ideal loony was the shirtless person standing on his head with the word "eggs" written across his stomach. I'm sure if I do something like that, that would certainly get Gary's attention, but I have Gary's attention in general anyway. I'm not even sure I can stand on my head without leaning up against a wall. I was never good at doing things like that. Headstands and cartwheels baffle me to this day; meanwhile I can tap dance off to Buffalo at the blink of an eye. I suppose talent depends on the eye of the beholder. Besides, if I did a shirtless headstand with "eggs" written across me I think I'd just baffle Gary. Either that or he'd just take it in stride and go on reading the mail, thinking that his wife is simply insane. Or he may grab me off the counter and whisk me away to the back of the house and . . . I like that idea myself. Perhaps I'll use strawberry jam to write "eggs".
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