Sunday, June 28, 2009

Hanging

I want to be 8 or 11 or 20 or 23 and unencumbered by societal forces of propriety that say you can't just go from one day to the next to the next to the next, hanging with friends and drinking and laughing and snacking and eating and napping and hanging again and again and again without a care in the world.


Yeah, I want that.

Oh, right, I forgot about the kids. Meh.

3 comments:

Coal Miner's Granddaughter said...

I would want that for a week. Then I would probably be bored out of my skull and would then want that in, say, Paris. So, if I could move that party around the world, that would be awesome.

Lori said...

Let's do it. Club Med, here we come! But let's skip the windsurfing this time.

D... said...

Isn't that what summer is? Do you mean I should actually be doing something befitting my age? Of course, without a care in the world would be really nice right about now.

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