The Dictator and I were reading a book about whales last night:
M: When whales want to communicate, they make...?
*Note to self: Hubs is no longer allowed to speak to The Dictator. Somehow, this is his doing.
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?