I just had to smile. I don't even have time to watch a movie. I don't know if I'd call it a boring life, but it sure is different from those jet setters and swinging singles becoming mayors of all the best restaurants and night clubs. I smiled as I thought of some of the possible Miso checkins:
"Michael clogged up the toilet again, thank goodness for our plunger"
"Fell asleep reading to the kids, no movie tonight."
"Back at the grocery store again, I forgot the butter."
I'd definitely be mayor of our local grocery store and the nearby playground, at least on weekends.
It's a good life - strike that, it's a great life. Just not one that has that zap, zing and zam of the young and restless.
Actually, I'll take the uneventful joy and contentment of my family life over loud restaurants and night clubs and cramming myself into airplanes to head off to Paris, London and Bangalore, thank you very much.
Time to heat up the tamales for dinner...
1 comment:
I think you should cram yourself onto an airplane for London sharpish. We'd love to see you.
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