No Need to Ask Why

 
No Need to ask Why…
…we find our dog on the couch and our cat on the top bunk.
…women’s purses have 12 pockets.
…vintage TV advertises funeral services.
…the deli can charge four bucks for a pound of Chicken Alfredo.
…mumps.
No Need to ask Why…
…85% of US juvenile inmates are functionally illiterate.
…some of my far-left keyboard keys have scratches.
…salespeople keep businesses alive.
…it tastes like chicken.
…those over 40 don’t sleep on the ground.
No Need to ask Why…
…birds of a feather flock together.
…dangling chads.
…rich people have yachts (and tip the locals not to spill the beans).
…inner-city sidewalks smell like dope.
…Japanese maple.
No Need to ask Why…
…there are manual transmissions.
…that girl has pink hair.
…we enjoy sulfur in the matches.  (‘Just sayin’.)
…*he* should ask her father.
…we recycle.
No Need to ask Why…
…that highway pedestrian is carrying a short case.
…God invented coffee.
…the world has melodic jazz.
…certain people write.
…certain people read.
No Need to ask Why…
…Momma wanted you to rinse your dishes.
…fly-fishing, tent-camping, Jeeps, and doggies.
…shopping, makeup, hot baths, and girl-time.
…restraining orders.  (Which leads us to [I finally have to say it]…)
…the 2nd Amendment. 
No Need to ask Why…
…we need Saturdays.
…and bacon.
…P.M.S. (Well, ‘just better not ask.)
…Hershey’s kisses.  (See P.M.S., above.)
…Thorns in the flesh.
No Need to ask Why…
…Fine print.
…Pyrex, HazMat, and Baby Wipes.  (Not necessarily in that order.)
…adoption.
…babies, puppies, and kittens are cute.
…love.
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