Mandatory F.U.N.
Friday I have an appointment of sorts -- of vague sorts, if you've been paying any attention at all to what Mr. Smee and I have been telling you -- at 9:30 am. I'm a little nervous about it. Not so much about whether it will go well or not, just that I'd rather it be today so I could get it over with. Meanwhile, I'm trying to keep myself busy so that I don't dwell on it too much. Idle hands and all that.
The summer after my junior year of high school I went to a 4-week-long summer program for those of us on the top of our academic game. One of our recurring activities was called F.U.N. I don't recall now what the acronym stood for, but it was very contrived, and it was a mandatory activity. It quickly and not-so-affectionately became known as Mandatory Fun. In that spirit, I'll share with you my to-do list for today:
Time of Your Life doing the laundry
Barrel of Laughs straightening up the living room
More Fun Than a Canned Ham putting non-perishables away in the pantry
Squeal with Delight cleaning out the kitty litter
Giggle Like a Schoolgirl washing the dishes
Fall Down from Laughing So Hard paying the bills
Jump for Joy making a shopping list for tomorrow
See you on the other side.
Signed as slowly as possible to continue putting off the inEvitable,
The summer after my junior year of high school I went to a 4-week-long summer program for those of us on the top of our academic game. One of our recurring activities was called F.U.N. I don't recall now what the acronym stood for, but it was very contrived, and it was a mandatory activity. It quickly and not-so-affectionately became known as Mandatory Fun. In that spirit, I'll share with you my to-do list for today:
See you on the other side.
Signed as slowly as possible to continue putting off the inEvitable,
Cinderella Connie
posted by Connie | 11:04 AM
4 Comments:
revel in pure delight scrubbing the grime from the tub.
grin like an idiot while wiping my kids bottoms.
Sing a song of happiness picking up my husbands dirty socks...
At least you got something done! I've got a cold or allergies and feel about as energetic as a dead monkey.
Ben, if I could figure out a way to bottle and sell the energy that even one of my kitties has, I'd be rich. And you'd feel more energetic than a dead monkey. Feel better soon.
Arrrgh, matey! I hope that your vague appointment goes incredibly well!
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