DON‘T. GO. SWIMMING.
Period.
I’m A Decent Swimmer, I Just Sincerely HATE Swimming.
Always Have.
I Went Because Other People Always MADE ME GO.
But, Isn’t That How It Generally Works In Regard To A Lot Of Life?
We Didn’t Really Wanna Do It, But We Didn’t Really Have A Choice In The Matter?
Yeah.
That’s How That Works.
Well, I Went Swimming Yesterday Afternoon.
Why?
Because.
“UNCLE BRAD“
Is
“ON DUTY“
🙂
I Love Being “ON DUTY“…
…And That’s A Big FO SHO On That, My Peeps!
I Can’t Deny It, So I Won’t Even Attempt It.
So, When The Nephew Says… “Brad, You Said You’d Go!”
Brad’s Response Is… “Sure Thing, Dude. I Did. Let Me Get My Towel.”
If My Response Were Anything Else, Honestly, There Would Be Hell To Pay.
Perhaps, I Mean That Figuratively AND Literally?!
Yep.
I Think I Do.
But, Yeah, I Went Swimming.
And I Swam.
And, Today, I’m Sore, Exhausted, Sun–Burnt, And Have An Awful Headache.
BUT…
…I Did Have Fun…
…I Did Make My Nephew Happy…
…And I Did Agree To Go Swimming With Him Again Very Soon, As That’s The Only Way I Could Convince Him To Get Out Of The Freakin’ Pool!
Arrrgh!!!
YES, I Still HATE Swimming.
But, YES, I’ll Be Going Back, Next Time.
What Choice Did/Do/Will I Honestly Have???
Correct.
None. At. All.
And THAT Is FINE With ME.
😀 😉 😀
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