This was a muffled phrase heard frequently in the early years of our marriage, as one or the other of us would sneak attack. It’s been a long time since either of us have had the energy or ambition for pouncing, and the best effort these days is generally crop-dusting or cup-caking, followed by a giggle.
I couldn’t help drawing the parallel when I saw this hammerkop sitting on the head of a hippo at The Kruger.
And while, to the best of my knowledge, neither my husband nor I spent quality time (whilst sitting atop each others heads) grooming ticks and leeches, at least Kurt never shat on my head.
Hope this Thursday post (actually on Thursday this time) helps you realize that while yes, there’s still one more day to go in the week, at least someone isn’t sitting on your head.