When I was a kid I used to dream about the day that I would practically run the world. Well, my world at the very least.
I was always going to be on time. Nobody was ever gonna tell Me what to do! I wouldn't have to eat my vegetables if I didn't want to.
Ha. Funny huh.
We are almost always late. I seem to have developed an addiction to being told what to do. And last night, I refused to eat salad.
I must say, I don't think I have ever seen a floor move so fast. It must be magic! Because it suddenly got very close to my face. And I ate salad.
Ah yes, the joys of adulthood. It's good to run the world you know.