He comes and goes as he pleases, tries to play by his rules, and thinks he’s the ruler of MY kingdom. He’s got the cutest tail, but he’s spoiled, petulant and pouts better than any 4 year old boy I know. I tell him nothing and yet he knows all…sees all. He’s the root cause of my troubles…my sassiness…my naughty nature and ultimately steers me away from any possible life as a nun in a convent because he’s just too sexy, inviting, and mesmerizing by nature.
He woos me, calls to me, and whispers “Yes, do it!” in my ear! I ask him to leave. I beg and plead. I go as far as to try to piss him off, tell him I don’t need him nor do I want him in my life, but he hears nothing I say. There’s no reasoning with him, no compromise. No willingness to let me live my life in peace. Sound like someone you know? :)
Bottom line is I’m resigned to the fact that he, with his little red glittered horns, will forever sit on my shoulder and poke me with that symbolic red pitchfork prodding me to continue my naughty ways. Good thing Halloween is coming soon cuz I can blame all the pranks on him! ;)
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