Summer bucket lists are for chumps, for nitpickers, for those who spend the entirety of their day squandering, rectifying the same list over and over again until they finally glaze over, snatch a glimpse at their watch and shrug, “Well, looks like it’s time to hit the hay!”
But I think it’s necessary to confess that I too used to fall into the chump category, as I spent countless hours rewriting and reanalyzing every last detail on a miscellaneous lists that were supposed to liven up on