cause there are no hammock lines in heaven...

...this is what I was thinking... (really, almost thought for thought)
Man, I really need to be at the beach
I could go visit my sister in Florida!
I have no money with which to fly to Florida
I wish I lived at the beach
and had a hammock by the beach
I have a hammock!
But no beach
Someday, I will live at the beach and have a hammock!
No I won't
I will never get my husband out of Indiana
And I will never have enough money to live beach-front, with a hammock...

God, (actually praying, not swearing) can my heaven be a beach, with a hammock?
And since it's heaven, there would be no bugs, and no sunburn, and always a cool, but gentle breeze, and you wouldn't get those little hammock lines from your skin squishing through like a playdough fun factory, and your drink would never get warm, and you would always sway gently back and forth, unless of course you wanted to be still, and then you would...is that okay? Can that be my heaven? And I know, it will be a million times better than that, cuz you are God, and amazing... and that fact, my friends, is what will sustain me, while I am still Midwest, stuck in the middle of Indiana, with the great sun and humidity, and a hammock...but no beach (and for that matter, no two trees or anything really to hang my hammock from...)