Run Away

Last night Jessie was laying on my bed and I was on the floor lacing up a new pair of shoes (I'm a shoe junkie!). Neither one of us wanted to go to bed because I think we were both dreading the next day. Its not that there was anything awful happening, its just the fact that the next day wasn't a weekend day.

I looked at her and said, "hey, lets run away!"

She enthusiastically yelled "OKAY!"

Of course both of us are way too responsible to do something like running away.

I said, "Sometimes I wish I was kidnapped. Not by some sick and violent rapist. More like by some really fun friends who want to rescue me! That would be cool."

Have I reverted to some morbid perspective? Yikes!