Checking All The Boxes

Or not. Recently I’ve been hearing this phrase bantered about, and it kept popping out at me because I figured out what’s missing in my life. I don’t have boxes, checked or otherwise. Hmmmm. Explains a lot. Freestyling it far too long. Even a member of my possee was telling me how his new lady friend checked all the damn boxes. No one ever told me about the secret boxes!?!$#&! I was going to ask my Manfriend if he had boxes, and do I still check out after five years, but figured that’s a conversation I just might not want to have. I’m not one for polishing the silver lining, but I do like a nice score if it’s warranted. And conversely, can I post-date the boxes and bring them up to reality?? That might be an activity for the next snowstorm. Puzzles are hurting my neck because I must stand. (I take them wayyy too seriously BTW.) I can out eat any workout. Buns of steel can quickly be overshadowed by buns of cinnamon. But those boxes. Intriguing. I need to do a bit more research. How many? How big? Do you really have to check All the boxes? Or can you just delete the ones that aren’t check-worthy? I NEED SOME SUN!!!!!