Curiosity Killed the ... Monkey?

This morning I was watching Curious George with the most amazing baby girl you'll ever meet, my precious little Savanna Jaye. I have to admit, I was definitely enjoying it as much as - no, more than - she was. George woke up to a mysterious sound. Upon investigating, he discovered the man in the yellow hat digging a hole in the yard. Of course, George wanted to join in. So with shovels, a wheelbarrow, buckets and hard hats, they dug a large hole in the yard. But the man in the yellow hat wouldn't tell George what the hole was for. It was a surprise, he said.

As usual, George was left alone due to some situation that the yellow-hatted man needed to attend to, and trouble ensued. He dropped his hard hat into the bottom of the hole, and discovered if he filled the hole with water, the hat would rise to the top. Problem solved. Except he needed to get rid of the water. Or did he? Of course not. Because the hole was going to be a pond. The man in the yellow hat returned to find the pond already filled to the brim with water. And he was thrilled. It all worked out perfectly. It always does for Curious George.

If only life was that simple, eh? How great would it be if all of our monkeying around turned out the way it should, no problems, no complications, just perfection by way of mishap. I dunno what the point of this blog is, really. I guess I was thinking about some of the decisions I have made in life. While I regret none, I do know now that I should have chosen differently. Or maybe I should say if I knew then what I know now - wait, isnt' that a song?