I recently noticed that all my peers have nice family photos. I decided, man, I need to get me one of those. So I sat down and started sketching out my ideas. I’ve pretty much always known how I would want my family portrait to look, but the Dark Knight said that even if he wanted his picture taken……. there is no way he would grow his hair into a mohawk and let me strap ammunition belts around his chest. I even offered to let him wear goggles. But no.
Fine. I just erased him from my post-apocalyptic family portrait sketch. He’ll be sorry once he sees how awesomely our burlap-adorned likenesses are captured in the masterpiece that will eventually hang above the fireplace. Actually, it was my search for something to hang above the fireplace that prompted somebody to tell me I needed to grow up. I found 3 killer Tubas on ebay. They were being auctioned TOGETHER!!!
Who could let that opportunity pass?More often than not, I can suck the Dark Knight into my vortex of irresponsibility.When we lived in Chicago I buckled down and made a significant attempt at maturity. I wore black and got a cell phone and I even started going to Starbucks. Those were my incognito
years months…..ok weeks. It was more of a burst than an attempt.I always thought kids would “grow me up”, but come on, I had to wait like 13 years for Siegfried. By then I was past the drop-out date. If I quit now I won’t get my money back.Phone-a-Friend was telling me about her 6-year-old’s ridiculously immature habit of opening a candy bar and just chunking that wrapper wherever she happens to be standing in the house.
Turns out, that’s my MO. The Dark Knight still gets onto me for it.Its just that I get so distracted by fun things.But even I have my breaking point. Most of the time my inner adult lies dormant……but sometimes it comes raging to the surface like a nasty zit.Then I get all Organized.
I make Phone Calls.
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adult activity to put on my list. Or tell me why you don’t have one….