I love that word. Whimsy. It conjures ideas of tiny bits of near-nonsense that keep life from being mundane and monotonous. We’re too serious sometimes. Life is more than dishes, diapers, and dinner. It’s more than bills, books, and “Barack” (forgive the lack of respect. It fit). Life needs whimsy, wistfulness, and wandering. It keeps things from getting stagnant, sterile, and strained.
Oh, this is bad. I can’t seem to stop myself. So, I am going to cut it short here.
Whimsy, it does a wife well. (Snort.)