There are things I would change, of course. Like if GIRL! BABY! would sleep in longer stretches, and if Owen would stop pooping himself, and if The Crazy Lady would leave my workplace, and if I could stop eating chocolate, and please-to-whatever-gods-may-be-in-heaven if my husband would stop leaving his socks in random places, well, that would all be great.
But all in all, I'm pretty content.
It's just funny, though, how watching the Million-dollar homes series of House Hunters can make my house seem a little . . . dumpy.
I was pleased with my blog. I like to write. It's a good way to tell funny stories (Sam calls "Parmesan" cheese "Barb-and-John" cheese! HAHA!). And honestly? It makes me feel like I have a talent. It makes me feel like I am funny, and a good writer. A good, funny, writer. Who uses made-up words and has an elusive grasp of the purpose of the semi-colon.
And then I go and read someone else, and they, man, THEY, are really funny.
Like go read this (http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2010/03/awkward-situation-survival-guide.html).
It's so funny it'll make me look quite dull in comparison.