Sometimes blogging is kind of hard. There’s a TON of competition, people have short attention spans, and if you don’t include some beautiful photos (these days, photos with pretty WORDS on top of them) you can’t Pin It on Pinterest, thereby excluding you from the “third most popular social network”. Horrors!
January is particularly hard, because who the hell feels like doing anything that month? It’s cold, so you don’t want to go outside and take pictures, and it’s dark, so pictures you take inside are going to look funky.
So, today I’m throwing caution to the wind and I’m just going to write words. I’m going to tell you a small story, because this story came out of me while on the phone with a friend today, and she really seemed to enjoy it, so maybe you might too.
A (True) Story:
Two years ago I got a sassy new hairdo and bought some new clothes and makeup. I was looking GOOD. Good, for the first time in about 4 years, because in those four years I’d given life to two small people.
Feeling good, I went to the wine store to buy wine, and feel even BETTER. Bending over to examine some cool wine bottles, I was approached by a cute guy who worked there. He asked if I needed help, I said no thank you.
He stood there, staring at me, kind of with a twinkle in his eye. I got a little nervous. I was afraid he was going to hit on me or something, which in a way would make me happy, (confirmation that I indeed, look GOOD!), but would also make me scared because, of course I’m married, and rejection isn’t fun for people.
I waited, and he finally spoke.
He said, “I’m not sure how to say this, but…
you have a granola bar stuck to your butt.”