Last night, I actually said these words to PPT:
"Opinions are like assholes, sweetie...everyone's got one and most of them stink."
Maybe I should call Kaiser and see if they have a child psychologist.
You know, just in case.
Life can be insanely hard. But it can also be insanely grand. As far as I'm concerned, it all boils down to what kind of day you're having. And, as my amazing mom used to put it, "Some days you're the bug, some days you're the windshield". Simple, right? So...bugs or windshields?