Contracts can be confusing. Enjoy this wisdom from Chico and Groucho Marx (from their movie made in 1935; some things never change):
Fun Fridays – March 1, 2024

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“Let what you say be simply ‘Yes’ or ‘No’; anything more than this comes from evil” (Matthew 5:37, ESV).
I thought we had a contract, God.
You’d do Your bit, I’d do mine,
but it seems a little flawed
and I thought perhaps we might refine
the terms of the agreement made
when my faith was birthing;
cancer’s put me in the shade,
too ill now to go surfing
from Bali to the Pipeline break,
and the tubes in Jeffrey’s Bay.
Has someone just made a mistake,
and thereby should you pay
transcribing angels something more,
so I can hit that wave-kissed shore?
Thank you for the Friday end-of-day (better, end-of-work-week) laugh!
That was amazing. Now I know exactly how to go about my first book contract someday. Thanks for the advice!