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The Snazzpants Report

OK, this is how Snazzy I am.  I am so Snazzy that I have my own crop of wheatgrass.  It sits on my kitchen counter in a teeny square plastic tub like a Chia Pet.  This thing is Pure Snazz.

You know, I may live in the city but when I see my wheatgrass in bloom I get a sense of Snazz that is beyond compare.

Let’s move to the country and start a wheatgrass farm! I shout.

Wheatgrass Pot Pie, anyone? I holler.

And just when I think it can’t get any Snazzier I whip out my scissors for some award winning plant sculpting and when I step back to admire my handiwork, realizing I have made my little plot of land look exactly like Don King, I think,  Well done, Snazzpants. Well done.

Snazzpants Rule #2:    Tend Your Own Garden, No Matter How Teensy

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The Snazzpants Report

You wanna know how Snazzy I am?  I am so Snazzy that I invented my own game called See How Far I Can Get From the Car and Still Have the Automatic Lock Thing Work.  And it is SO FUN. It’s a Snazzpants Blast.

It’s like JUST HOW FAR can I get?  Can I lock the car when I’m in the shower?  That would be Fresh Water Pearls Snazz-o-fancy.

This morning I got all the way down the block and it still worked.  My car chirped at me from half a mile away and I thought Well done, Snazzpants.  Well done.

Snazzpants Rule #1:  Rustle Up Your Own Merry (if you want to)

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