I try to be good,to concentrate solely on what I am doing.Really I do. But time passes, and I get bored.Then the next thing I know, without my permission,I'm staring off into space, while my mind wanders—to this...
And I grin
and think to myself, "Self?
"Your life could be worse.
"You've got the best job in the world,
ishas to be—
"writing romance novels!"
Anybody got a towel? Nah! ;)
(Hunk via my Holdin Out for a Hero board on Pinterest. If you're ever in the area, stop by for a bit and join the fun! Just tell them Reb sent you.)