Imperfect
Because I do this EVERY. TIME.
and I’m guessing, in one form or another, it’s delightfully universal …
So, YaY.
!! It’s rerun day !!
Enjoy.
♥
I believe I can say, with a hefty amount of confidence, I have never, ever walked into another person’s house in search of flaws.
I am there to visit,
to yappity-yap,
to offer BIG HUGS and to see your cute face.
& quite honestly, I really don’t care what you have or how you have it. It’s YOU I’m interested in, it’s why I am at your residence. So, rest assured, I absolutely don’t mind if there are dishes in your sink,
I will not notice if you haven’t had a chance to vacuum,
toys on the floor equals ! fun fun fun !
and bags or shoes or whatever tossed about = you’ve been busy
& we all get busy.
So, um, can someone please explain why, when the roles are reversed and it is YOU on your way over to ME ?
YIKES !
Wait.
Hang on a minute, would ya??!? I’ve got a zillion things to do to get ready for your entrance and I am experiencing a slight form of panic as you cannot see how life is really lived around here !! I mean, I promise, I’m not a slob or any such thing but, but, but … truth be told, Husband and I tend to slack off every now and again and I just cannot have you experience our real deal.
Why ?
well, uh, you might realize I tilt toward imperfect, I’m a bit defective at times and yep !! sometimes life just doesn’t follow any sort of plan and dodging a curve is the way of the day. Things happen andandand …
& it’s ok.
It is sooooo ok.
hmmmm, err, hey …
you see that dust bunny in the corner over there ?
No ?
cool.
Neither do I.
