It was a usual Saturday morning by the beach…. M.C. Nugget was itching to get out of the house, prodding me to finish what I was doing so we could jump on the bikes and cruise before the dreaded tourists made our lives miserable.
I did what I always do when I am rushed. I hummed, said something nonsensical, and I think I made up new words to a familiar song. Hell, I don’t really know what I did, but it made Nuggie laugh.
“Oh my GOD! You’re going over the edge!” he laughed…”It’s over! Over the edge!”
“Honey,” I quipped, “I am ALWAYS over the edge.“
“It’s a daily thing?” he joked, “The Daily Edge?”
We get it.
And this is how our day starts on a regular basis. It’s not easy being “Cheevy.” It’s all chuckles and giggles until someone loses an eye.
Honestly though, I could call my posts the daily edge… but then again, edge could be defined as mischievous. Am I right?
Why yes, Ms. Cheevious, you’re right.
I’ll be here daily to deliver the edge (I’ll be close to the edge too).
My work here is done.