We see them coming down our road and call them “funhogs”.

All those guys…and, sometimes, gals…with their bikes and kayaks and other toys…cruising down the road in their funmobiles…..

I guess that I’m jealous.

Here’s the thing, though…I really don’t want to be that thing that we call “funhog”.

Not really.

I’m a grown-up now.

I’ve outgrown fun.

Nahhhhhh.

I’m still fun.

I….am…still….fun.

Here’s a nice rig…made to move…made to go to where the fun is.

That’s a good thing.

I have a list a mile long of things to get started on and then …..finish.

Miles to go before I sleep.

There’s time for fun-hogging….but, first….let’s take care of business.

Grown-up stuff.

It’s good to let your kids know that there’s room in the world for adventure, though.

How’m I going to lead by example if my adventurous spirit is too afraid to get out in the world?

Funhog.

What’s so bad about being a grown-up funhog with kids?

People do that….right?