Morning all, hope you are well. The boys have taken over the dining room again, and it smells suspiciously like my beloved is cooking. I’m not sure if I should be afraid or not.
I’ve had my cuppa, and am having a large water for the moment. As I write this part II of the storm is passing overhead. It’s been raining and we are heading for snow/sleet next. Let’s not discuss the weather, depression usually results from this, and I really don’t want to go there.
Now we need to get back to the title of this post. I was on the phone the other day, innocently talking to a buddy. It was a good discussion, and it worked well. We had fun, I would like to believe. However, something they said as we logged off stopped me cold. They told me to behave. I protested, that’s not in my DNA.
They said, “Behave yourself.” Crap. I finally said I would. I’ve probably been bored out of my skull for 23 of the 36 hours since then. I was asleep, I am sure for the rest.
I’m kidding of course. However, I do know that I have enjoyed ‘poking the bear’ with my husband more and more often lately. Maybe that is what they are referring to. I’m not sure. However, since I was small, behaving just has not been my MO.
I’d rather find the fun, mischief and mayhem in the situation. Something to spark my interest, and to make what I am doing fun and a little more chaotic. I look actively for the fun in every situation I can. Heck, it makes doing dishes much easier, painful tasks much more pleasant, and horrible tasks almost bearable.
So, this behaving, my friend asked for… I’m questioning our ‘friendship’. Just kidding. Heck I’ve stayed out of prison, am not a suspect, and am still being naughty. Life is what it is.
Besides, being a responsible adult means to thine own self be true. So, for today, I’m going to be naughty. By doing exactly that, I am behaving, as expected. 😉
Take care my friends, huge hugs. -L