Sep 28 2010
Remember the days when a popsicle was all it took to make you happy?
This drizzly Monday morning I cursed our cramped, cluttered car, and scoured our small house — decorated in hand-me-down furnishings — for my wallet and cell phone, lost among the weekend’s flotsam and jetsam. I wished for a new, bigger car and a clean, roomy house outfitted in fine furnishings.
And then I caught a glimpse of Hadley, perched on a stool, pulling out the waistband of her pants.
To admire her underwear.
Wouldn’t it be nice if it only took a pair of Cinderella underwear from Kmart, to make it a great day?