I have a confession to make. I didn't want to mention this before because I was afraid I'd scare you off, but I think it's time to come clean. You see, see the truth is:
I'm perfect.
I try to imagine how hard it must be to handle my perfection every day; poor Preacher!
And also because they're pastor's kids. Pastor's kids are perfect; that's common knowledge. (And a blog post for another day.)
Little Man, scrubbing his walls. |
Anyway -- April Fools. But you'd already figured that out, hadn't you?
The real truth is that I broke my camera. And since pictures = inspiration . . . broken camera = this mess.
I apologize for the inconvenience. Monday, we'll get back to our regularly scheduled excellence.
Going shopping,
Becki~
I seriously needed this smile. Thanks Becki!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Robbie! I don't guess you fell for the whole "perfect" thing, did you? Maybe next year... :)
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