Someday I've got to grow up.

Although i'm a 50 something woman, I find myself acting like a child again. Not in that jump-in-the-mudpuddle, twirl-around-in-my-pretty-full-skirt kind of way... I DON'T DO THAT ENOUGH.

No, this is more in that: It's Saturday morning, I've got to do chores way. Do others of you find yourselves succumbing to those dialogs of old? Why is it I can't have the free spirited nature of the young girl, only her responsibilities?

So at the moment I'm watching someting on PBS. It's a blue set with white and stainless kitchen appliances, and a woman in a red dress. She is DANCING. I'm not sure if she is protesting the chores of the kitchen, or celebrating her life inspite of the kitchen sink (maybe I should pay attention more closely??)... but it seems to be another message to me:

Find the laugh in the little things.