I Refuse To:

* Feel apologetic toward the hot-rods who want to pass me on our winding country roads when I'm doing the speed limit

(For goodness sake!)

* Wear spiked high-heel or pointy-toe shoes

(Learned that lesson long ago; vanity is not worth the price!)

* Believe William is going to clean up all the playdough if I let him get it out

(Stopped expecting the brownies to come clean my kitchen a long time ago, too...)

* Get sucked into a "child-limiting" discussion on an internet forum

(Ever again!)

* Act like an old woman.

(My husband and I have a "No grunting or groaning" rule to help prevent that...)

*Forget that I'm not a spring chicken anymore

(Like, cartwheels at my age and condition are a really bad idea...)

* Be whined or bribed into doing anything by my children

(But flattery, hugs and kisses work pretty well...)

* Offer to make big bacon, egg, and pancake breakfasts

(This is how I've secured my husband's breakfast-making cooperation lo these many years. --smirksmirk--)

* Let our girls even think of dating until they graduate from high school

(And then they have to bring one of their big brothers along... Mwahahaha!)

* Let our sons re-shingle our incredibly steep roof

(No way!)

* Allow the flood of evil tidings in our world to sink my boat

(Just keeping my eye on the North Star, singing to the rythm of the oars, and keeping my powder dry)

( Tell me if you get tired of my lists, ok? And feel free to add to them, if you like!)