I wish I had the energy to get up to mischief. I could stand a little more play, a little more tease and tempt. Some laughter just because. I miss the mystery of an impish grin. The secret knowing, feeling the light dance behind my eyes.
It’s not the quelling that’s the issue – it’s managing to have the mischief in the first place. The mad hatter has been MIA for too long. Maybe I should hire a mischief manager, someone to ensure that an adequate proportion of the day includes mischief and merriment. What an awesome job description that would be to write.
|BB2 has always been a Mischief Manager|