And this is me being open-blinded about my world:
And this is me getting my kids out of bed before school to shovel the driveway instead of the lawn:
Not to mention the driveway of the cute little ole' lady across the street who's husband, the meat cutter ran off with his meat wrapper thirty years ago.
(Perfect people are people too.)
And this is me forcing my kids at gunpoint to get cold feet and earn their own Christmas money all at the same time:
And this is one twin feeling glad tidings of great joy because he smashed brown slush in the other twin's face and made him cry.
And this is my daughter wearing the pink fuzzy slippers given to her by her basketball coach who says she shoots like a flamingo.
Is that a good thing or a bad thing? I've never seen a flamingo shoot a basketball so I can't speculate.