September 18, 2013
Those of you who follow this blog on Facebook will have seen this already.
But I want you to know that I didn't post it lightly.
I meant it from my the bottom of my ever-honest-to-golly-gosh heart.
Just for you.
This is what would happen if I were the one sharing such triumphs.
Look at my garden!
Well ummm... I think it's in there, somewhere. At least, it use to be before the weed army moved in and took over the vegetable empire.
I bet if I put on some tall boots and went out to brave the devastation left by the weed army, I'd find a vegetable to two... somewhere... maybe.
Anyway, but look at my made-from-scratch cake!
*awkward silence, crickets chirping*
Okay, since my kitchen utensils don't actually know what that means, I did the best I could.
Does this count?
(pssssttt, this is the part where you say "yes")
And finally, I have the most respectful children!
Why just the other day, Hubby comes in and tells me this story.
He was in the basement tossing out old sheet rock and other garbage through the window, when Claira (age two) approached from outside.
After watching him for a moment she finally asked, "What da heck you doin' dad?"
Oh ya, we're on a roll.
P.S. If you really do have an awesome looking garden, have made some sort of amazing cake from scratch, and have taught and trained your children to be pretty close to perfect, than give yourself a well-deserved pat on the back. (I mean that sincerely)
I'm just going to sit here and hope that someday I can be like you when I grow up.
In the meantime, I will eat my chocolate and practice my "survival-of-the-fittest-30-weeks-pregnant" skills.
'Cause hey, we're all still breathing. :)