Sometimes I get in a funk.
Then I have to make myself find reasons for to get out of it.
There’s been physical progress, conference opportunities, Extreme Home Makeover videos, husbands that make threats involving things that are put up high.
Funk? When do I have long to wallow in the funkadelio?
Mainly because the one thing that makes me most funkless is my kids.
And I think we know that a good funk doesn’t stand a chance against those smiles.
Not. A. Chance.
(still trying to figure out how to work with my camera and software….sorry for anything wonky)