This is something that doesn't really bother me - I'm that laid back and in my own world much of the time. It's something I don't think about - I just do as I'm told.
But seriously....
One Sunday afternoon when Mrs P and I were walking the hounds, Mrs P said, "Would you say there's a Boss in our house?" I was quite shocked in all honesty. I asked her. "Where did that come from?" "Do you?" she asked again. I said, "I'm sorry, I thought it went without saying - I clearly wear the trousers my dear!"
BIG MISTAKE!
So, the conversation continued.
"Oh I don't really care." I said.
"If you want to be the Boss, that's fine!"
"Well, I don't mean it horribly, but I think I am really - don't you?" She said.
"Whatever my little viper." I replied. (I was getting a bit irritated by now)
I then remembered a verse from years ago... (some of you might know it)
"Sweetheart?" I said.
"Yes my love." She replied.
"If one permits, I'm going to show you something when we get back home. Is all you have to do is read it. It's just a short verse of great meaning... you might even pick up a few tips from it - as the Boss I mean."
"Ahh okay my sweet." She smiled at me.
When we arrived home, I decided to deliberately forget about the whole conversation and see how long it would take before Mrs P asked me about this something I offered to show her...
Before I took off my coat...
"I'll go and sit down and you can bring it to me with a nice cup of tea darling." Mrs P requested (Maybe ordered
)
"Bring what?" I replied.
"You know... the verse thingy you mentioned up in the woods?"
"Ah yes, that...!" I said.
"Right, give me two minutes and I'll be with you."
I could have done with five mins in truth, but knowing how impatient my lady is, I thought I'd better get on with it. So, I rushed upstairs, on to the computer, Googled it, found it and clicked 'print'.
Back to the kitchen, made a cup of tea, and handed the sheet of paper with cuppa to my lady.
"I'll be in the garage darling." I softly said.
Two minutes later... I could hear my nickname at quite a volume.
"ALFIE!!" This is what I handed to her.
You don't need brains to be a Boss...
When the body was first created, all the parts wanted to be Boss. The brain said, "I should be Boss because I control all of the body's responses and functions."
The feet said, "We should be Boss since we carry the brain about and get him to where he wants to go."
The hands said, "We should be the Boss because we do all the work and earn all the money."
Finally, the ar$ehole spoke up. All the parts laughed at the idea of the ar$ehole being the Boss. So, the ar$ehole went on strike, blocked itself up and refused to function.
Within a short time, the eyes became crossed, the hands clenched, the feet twitched, the heart and lungs began to panic, and the brain fevered. Eventually, they all decided that the ar$ehole should be the Boss, so the motion was passed. All the other parts did all the work while the Boss just sat and passed out the shight!
Moral Of The Story: You don't need a brain to be a Boss - any ar$ehole will do.I tiptoed back into the living room... "Did I hear you call me darling?"
"Do you fancy a nap?" Mrs P softly asked.
In my previous life, I was a tree.