“I don’t know, I’m making this up as I go.” – Indiana Jones

Sigh.  I really want to be six again.  I don’t want to care about water softener salt, or figure out which eye doctor takes my insurance, or be responsible for having Lula’s tires checked.  I want to make a fort out of couch cushions and eat cheese and pickles.  I want my dad to call me Scooter, and I want my mom to baby me.  I really, really don’t want to be responsible for anything.  And yet somehow I’ve wound up with not only myself, but a car, a house, and a small animal kingdom.

Shoot.  I’m going to go play with a puppy and read Calvin and Hobbes.

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