Wednesday, August 10, 2011

I always thought a verruca was a type of wart you got on the bottom of your foot.

What does the author of this blog and the little girl below have in common?

We're both brunettes. Like almost the exact same color. It's way weird.


Sometimes you have to eat humble pie. And I'm eating it right now. I kind of wish it was chocolate pie, but it's not. I had a huge helping yesterday, and the day before, and this pie is flippin huge. Living alone kind of turned me into this little girl/foot wart. And when I say kind of, I probably mean like 2x worse than this one... Luckily I have a crazy little roommate who can bring the crazy out of me and in doing so, has shown me some of those traits that are really me, not the fake/best self I can be me. And thankfully she's been very gracious when I had no other choice but to say sorry for being a real witch, today, and yesterday, and the day before, and this morning, and last night while I was sleep talking. And I'm grateful that we can change and that Heavenly Father keeps giving us chances every time we act like little Veruca Salt here.