See, I spent a lot of time as a child complaining to my mom that I was bored. I had read all of my Babysitter’s Club books at warp speed, I had grown tired of passing out my brother’s old tests to my imaginary school students and the video game company where I “secretaried” went belly up. Yes, my brother and I started a video game company when we were home sick. He was the boss and I was the secretary. The business lasted until after-school cartoons came on…and they say this economy is tough. Anyway, I was always moving on to the next thing, getting done/tired with it and asking my mom what I could do. I think the answer I heard most was, go on a picnic. Yeah Ma, I’m just gonna pack my lunch up and go sit in a field by myself. At 9 years old. But really, how tired she must have been with me asking constantly. And by “asking”, I really mean “whining”.
Maaaaa-ammmmmm, I’m borrrrrredddd
Well don’t worry Ma, I won’t be calling you anytime soon asking for something to do, I clearly have enough on my plate. Oh and yeah, you know I’m one of those freaks who puts things on their to-do list that they’ve already done just for the satisfaction of crossing it off. Done and Done.