Bucket List…in Reverse: Things I NEVER Hope to Do Before I Die
The phrase “I Hope Never To” should be repeated before each entry
- Hear my doctor say “Don’t worry. It’s the good kind of” anything
- Get confused when baking a flourless cake in the shape of a flower
- Hear the captain say, “We’ve all made our peace with the Almighty up here on the flight deck. Probably a good idea if y’all did the same back in the cabin.”
- Sleep in a barn and wake up a little hoarse
- Sleep in my bed and wake up next to a horse’s head. (Godfather reference: If you give Johnny Fontaine that part, you’ll never have to worry about this.)
- See my shadow move differently than I’m moving
- Leave #7 blank…Damn it! Epic fail. And I was so close. #7 is un-intentionally blank.
- Ride through the desert on a horse with no name. Or even ride through the desert on a horse whose name I knew, but subsequently forgot. And lastly, to ride through a car wash on a horse whose name I never asked and was never told.
- Spend time at a petting zoo. Especially as an exhibit.
- Be so retired that we start going out, not only to Early Bird dinners, but to Early Bird breakfasts – where of course we get the worms
- Free climb El Capitan – No one has to climb it. And just because it’s “there” isn’t enough of reason. I implore you all to take El Capitan for granite – hard, unforgiving granite.
- Walk on Hot Coals
- Walk on Warm Coals
- Walk into Kohl’s. Why should I? It’s all online.
- Pick-up roadside trash on weekends in order to satisfy some Community Service obligations I didn’t deserve. Next time I guess I’ll ask permission before I try to free climb Kirstie Alley.
- Have an air bag go off in a car I’m in (unless, of course, it needs to)
- Accidentally get a glimpse of the godless lumpy landscape, floating in a sea of bluish hell in a Port-a-Potty waste tank. One errant glance and you’re changed forever. Too many among us suffer silently from PPSD: Post Port-a-Potty Stress Disorder.
- Write a doctoral thesis contrasting Hunt’s Manwich Sandwich with Sloppy Joe’s. It’s a fool’s errand, like contrasting Mary-Kate from Ashley.
- See any of my internal organs
- Visit the warehouses where all the removed Confederate statues are stored
- Touch the tips of both pinkies while each is in a separate nostril
- Be assigned a probation officer
- See Donald Trump naked
- See Kate Upton clothed
- Use “winter” or “summer” as a verb (As in: Oh, we winter in Cozumel and summer in Martha’s Vineyard.)
- Get a call from my probation officer telling me: “My lawn gets mowed once a week and the trash goes out on Tuesday. We can talk about massage latter. Now get crackin’ Hardiman.” And before hanging up he sings: “For he’s a jolly good felon. For he’s a jolly good felon. For he’s a jolly good felonnnnnnn. That nobody can deny.”
- Move so slowly that I get run over by one of those 6-million lb NASA mega-transports while its rolling a rocket out to the launching pad
- Help my Uncle Jack off a horse
- Help my Uncle Jack off anything for that matter
- Use the past as an excuse for current choices
- Spend less than 10 minutes a day meditating (not thinking or cogitating)
- Well, you made it this far. Congratulations. Now, post this list on your wall and fill in the blank #7 using the phrase “The Big Secret is there’s no secret.”