If I wasn’t organized, I would’ve given up a long time ago. In trying to carry that idea into the various toy and laundry cluttered hallways of my life, I decided to go through the 56,000 pictures on my iPhoto before (my computer blasted a wet fart in the bed) I had passed the point where it was even manageable. In doing so, I found this little cutie from last winter.
Sometimes a picture says a thousand words, but only if your imagination will allow it.
Many of you might think this is a metaphor for life. If you fall down, get back up and show ’em whatcha’ got. Life moves on.
Some of the ladies might be thinking, ‘Hey girl, get used to it. You know how many times I’ve snapped a heel and done the Pinot Grigio free fall onto the pavement? Welcome to the club.’
Animal lovers might be tuned into how intuitive and aware our dog is to what’s going on. Somewhere, Lassie & Timmy are embarrassed for the connection between these two.
Me? As a full-time stay-at-home dad, I’m thinking about how awesome it is that someone else is around to pick up the pieces. You may not be able to tell, but I’m actually sleeping in this photo, which goes a long way in explaining the apathy.
Snow your roll young diva, this journey is bound to be slippery.
