Jealous of the Funhogs…

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.


I’m 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?


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

People do that….right?

About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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