Pocketsful Of Whimsy

By Kellie Purcill

For at least 97.364596% of the time I am a responsible adult, contributing to society and trying to be a decent human being.  I buy carrots, insist my children eat them, mop floors, study my scriptures and read lecturer-assigned journal articles, consider which politician to vote for in the coming elections, try not to swear when a tissue has disintegrated through the load of washing, obey the road rules, talk in usually complete sentences and participate in the constant, ever present hum and tumble of sensible grownupdom.

But I am always looking for an unexpected whimsy.

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