I’m lounging in my bed, stuck here because that’s where the power cord for my laptop resides, listening to the obnoxious cries of the baby ducks in the next room, as I try to formulate something to write as a blog post tonight.
I’m sure you’ve noticed, I’ve been a bit off lately. But everyone has off days, right? I’m not alone in that. Life isn’t a Skittles commercial. Sometimes you go to taste the rainbow and all you get is a mouth full of cloud. I know I sound like a Debbie Downer, and so what. Debbie Downers of the world unite! We need love too.
I think my problem is a simple one. The simple life just isn’t very exciting. Oh, sure, I shoo chickens out of the kitchen at least once a day. Chase off the neighbors dogs three or four times more than that. But interactions with a juvenile rooster (or a young cock as it were) may be stimulating (sorry, I couldn’t resist) but hardly thrilling. Ok, so talking to a rooster is kind of exciting. He bites.
What I need is an adventure. And I’m not willing to venture into the scary basement to find one. I think I need a day trip…or a night of karaoke…or maybe it’s time I broke down and got that bikini wax after all.
Listen to me. Bikini wax? Foolish. Desperate. Crazy.
It could work.
Until the next time…I’ll be weighing my options.