I was spectacularly unmotivated yesterday. There was laundry to be done that I didn’t do, a closet to clean out that I left cluttered, and a blog post to write that was left unwritten. It’s a darned good thing I don’t get paid for any of the above tasks, else I’d be holding a pink slip instead of a paycheck come next Friday.
After an entire day of doing nothing except drinking coffee and petting our cats, Patches and Scout, I was on the restless side by the time Studly Doright got home from work. One might even say I was whiny.
“I’m bored!” I complained, in my best imitation of a ‘tween girl on a random summer Tuesday.
Studly countered with, “You can come out and help me work in the shop. I’ll find things for you to do.”
I huffed, “Oh, that sounds fun. Not!” I followed him outside anyway and sulked just within the realm of his peripheral vision.
“It’s too cold out here. I’m shivering. My fingers are going numb.”
Studly held up the thermometer. “It’s 62°. You’re not likely to freeze.”
I held up one of my fingers. It might have been a middle one. “See, it’s blue. And shivering.”
“If you get to work you might warm up.”
“Fine,” I sulked, still channeling my inner twelve year old. “But I’m sure I won’t warm up. The kids will find my frozen body in this shop next time they come for a visit. That’s if they ever come for a visit.”
Wisely, Studly ignored me. We worked for a bit while I grumbled under my breath, and he kept up a running commentary about some of his projects in progress. I was enjoying my role as the petulant pre-teen, so when Studly said, “That’s all we can do for now, how about we see if there’s a showing of Jumanji?”
Crossing my arms over my chest and pouting as prettily as possible, I said, “Fine. But I probably won’t like it.” Of course my smile ruined the effect, but I had to add, “I probably don’t have a thing to wear, either.”
And that’s the story of how I got Studly to take me to see Jumanji. It’s a fun movie, and given my earlier performance I could have been a character in the movie. I guess I won’t get paid for that, either.
Peace, people.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
Jumanji 🙂
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I’m learning a few things here. My wife has been bitterly complaining all week why we moved from warm Vero Beach to cold northern Florida. My attempts are reason, mainly reminding her that it was actually in the eighties here last week fell on deaf ears. Lesson learned: Jumanji. I’ll let you know if it works. – Marty
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Hahaha!
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Ah – I so remember my childhood boredom 🙂
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😉
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