I was examining the blog today for answers to all of life's troubles. Instead, what I discovered is that I look abnormally short next to my family. I think most of my insecurities stem from being required to look up to everyone. Literally, not figuratively. I may buy some stilts for Christmas so that I can experience looking down on people. Again, literally, not figuratively. Although I can't deny that I have looked down on people in my dodgy past.
Today I experienced another drawback of being petite. I'm in a foreign country, the land of Madisonville, sitting on a tall chair. As I sat down, I discovered that I was considerably lower than the desk, which can be very disconcerting. It took me several minutes to figure out how to raise the seat up. Now that I am properly level with the desk, I feel like a normal person.
But now the sun is shining through the sky light above me, and I feel illuminated like a Christmas tree. Or like King Arthur was illuminated when he pulled the sword from the stone.
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Just wondering: Did you have to call for help when you were ready to get down from that height? ;)
haha. very funny, miss funny pants. i used a ladder. :)
Maybe you need rehab.
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