I used to be fearless. I spent the majority of my teenage years believing I was invincible, which resulted in some really stupid decisions. We will save those for another day though, okay? I've got a reputation to protect around here. Besides, no would actually believe that I used to be fun. Gasp. I lived life with reckless abandon, carefree and adventure seeking. In retrospect, I am probably lucky I came out of those years unscathed.
Then, I grew up and got boring. And wimpy. And predictable. Dare I think of doing something that isn’t on my calendar? Spontaneity, what’s that? Do you know the risks of doing XYZ? Seriously, when did I get so cautious?
Apparently, it is something that sweet Kate didn’t inherit.
Disclaimer: Whoever designed this house must have graduated from the Last Resort Design School: Catering to Those Who Couldn’t Make it Elsewhere. Anyway, our laundry room is connected to the kitchen and family room, complete with no place to fold clothes. Accordingly, clothes get hauled out to the couch to get folded. Kate takes great joy in interrupting this progress.
Carefree? Loving Life? I'd say so.
At least I'll be able to live vicariously through her.
For what it's worth, we don't typically condone furniture jumping around here. She caught me in a weak moment.