Be careful what you ask for.

Please note: Camera added 25lbs and took away the smile and made me look pissy.

So there you have it! I bet you'll think twice before asking for any more pictures (lol). Anyhoot, Happy Friday good neighbors.

Quick question. What is living in a perfect world? What would you do if your were accused of living as such? I recently had a neighbor think of me as doing just that. She doesn't know me very well as a matter of fact, she doesn't know me at all.

Nobody lives perfectly . . .Okay, let me start over. There are no perfect women, so I must rephrase. No woman killing herself to have the perfect wardrobe, perfect hair, perfect nails, perfect home, perfect children, perfect husband, perfect meals, perfect landscaping, perfect hostessing skills, perfect time management, and perfection all-around will ever know the joy and pure freedom of living.

She would never spontaneously jump in the neighbor's pool with her clothes on. She would never roll down the car windows to feel the first crisp fall air rushing in. She would never say to hell with the grocery list and buy ice cream and fruit for Sunday dinner. She will forever be too busy checking to see if her perfect son made the highest grade on the chemistry test, if her perfect baseboards are dust free, and if her perfect China is displayed perfectly.

She is paralyzed by the fear that someone might find a chink in her perfectly polished silver armor and see inside to who she truly is. What those of us living in the real world know, however, that the perfectionist doesn't, is that who we truly are is not so bad, even if not so perfect. And I'd rather spend my energy on really living than on hiding behind a perfect facade.

This is what happens when you judge from the other side of the street. Hoping this weekend brings a chance to enjoy the sunshine. Take care of you and yours always,