After my sister’s speech made me sound better than I deserved, let’s bring me down to earth. Here are a few things that I’ll never be…
I’ll never be a fashion blogger. Because, unless you want advice on how to pair an infinite number of t-shirts with workout shorts, I really don’t have anything to offer.
I’ll never be the world’s best wife. Because, when I went on a trip up to Nebraska for a night this week, I just left Dan with a frozen pizza.
I’ll never be a great distance runner. Because, when your running form starts to resemble that of a T-rex around mile 10, it’s not a good sign.
I’ll never be a perfect blogger. Because, when you get together with co-bloggers, you’re supposed to take pictures!
(While I was in Nebraska, I got together with Alyx from Every Day is a New Adventure. We grabbed dinner and had a great time chatting about meal planning, Germany and blogging… Yet, we didn’t get a single photo together. Tisk, tisk, tisk.)
Oh well. On the bright side of things…
I am comfortable with my style.
I am a good wife to Dan.
I enjoy running.
I love blogging.
