When you're not perfect.
And somehow, life has a way of bluntly telling you that you're not perfect.
So earlier this week I decided to look at face lifts that had gone awry. You know, to minimize my imperfections. I realized it doesn't help to look at disfigured faces to make you happy.
It also doesn't help to play Solitaire for hours.
And it doesn't help to replay all your imperfections in your mind.
Even Dan Fogelberg songs don't work.
So, if I've offended anybody lately, I'm sorry. And if I've gotten a little pudgy lately, it's cuz I'm not perfect but brownies are.
And from here on out I'm seeking for anything that is "virtuous lovely or of good report or praiseworthy." Which means I'll be reading
Nie Nie's blog more.
But I'm still not perfect.
Friday Five:
1. Nie Nie's home.
2. Date night tonight!
3. I didn't yell at the lady that just called me from another department. I just talked to her "strictly."
4. Sister's who share their drama.
5. Dan Fogelberg Pandora.