. . . the more they stay the same. (Or, for the Francophiles: plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose)
I’ve written before about elder son’s (Wildebeest) penchant for doing things the hard and harder way. I didn’t exactly believe that that rock-headed character trait would disappear as he got older, but I admit to thinking it would, um, soften. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
I really do have to laugh, though, because when I needed an image for this post, I opened a photo file and clicked at random. This is what appeared:
Rather than believing that the Universe is peeing-its-pants-laughing at me, I choose to believe the Universe has my back.