You know, sometimes I long for the simple good old days. Days when life moved more slowly and the little things in life were more appreciated.
And then, I see things like this:
I realize then that I was not meant for the good old days. I mean, I don't get this at all. What does this even mean? And why is that shamrock so huge? Or that pig and girl so small?
Anyway, Happy St. Patty's Day from Non-McMommy! Or, O'Nonmommy. Whatever you prefer.