The Joy of Ennui

I don't really have much to say, obviously a lie if you know me at all. I guess more precisely, I don't really have much time to put fingers to keyboard these days. I suppose I could tell you about the fun Shawn and I had at Peek 'n Peak last week, sans children, accusing each other haughtily of being boring. We practically wallowed in ennui. What a luxury when you are the parents of the very young.

It went something like this:
Shawn: My dad never liked cucumbers but loved pickles...
Me: That's boring!

Me: What a lovely night sky!
Shawn: Oh god, I'm bored! Entertain me.

Shawn: Here's your horoscope for today...
Me: Boring!

Me: I'm bored, why don't you commit a heinous crime so that we can get some action around her.
Shawn: That's boring; I couldn't be bothered.

And on and on; all spoken with an uppercrust soap-operatic flair. Maybe it's one of those stories you have to be present for to enjoy, but if you have toddlers and infants, you may understand the joy of finding yourself good and bored.