There is no point in missions if there is no fun.....if there is no fun there is not point.
School got out last Friday. The girls and I are having a grand old time, they were very disappointed when I said no about working out in the garden this afternoon because it was entirely too hot and there is absolutely no shade in my back field.
The lefties will probably jump all over me for having 9 year olds working in the “fields” but they will never get me for having them out there when it’s too danged hot. I may be an evil capitalist, but these girls know that if we don’t have the stuff planted and they don’t help pick it, I can’t sell anything and they get no special treats or a couple bucks in their pocket to go to the flea market or the carnival.
Yeah, I want to make some money, but I also want these girls to have fun and learn some things.
Under the regime of the Blominidiot, I probably wouldn’t be able to any of it.
Very true — fun is the point of missions! ;-)
So, did you and the girls have fun today?
As for the lefties, sometimes you can have fun with them. As an example, the other day I was in the Village and the DNC had a few dried up, older women patrolling the sidewalks with clipboards and haranguing people. They kept approaching people and badgering them to “help the DNC.” The one who got in my face demanded to know if I wanted to help the Democrats take back the White House, so I decided to have a little fun. I stood there for a minute and looked like I was contemplating the question, then scrunched up my face and said “Nah!”
Yes, I am easily amused. :-)