Marcy has asked us to link to an old post or write a new one showing our life in all its unvarnished glory; the UNglam version. And, since nothing about my life is actually glamorous, this will be a snap. But it may not be pleasant.
But what to tell you about? I couldn't decide. Maybe I should tell you about my not-so-clean shower? It's definitely an unglamorous story. Or how about the day I wore the worst possible pair of shoes EVER, to work? Still, there's always the Parent Hell I endured around Valentine's Day . . .
No, I know which one it has to be. I have to tell you about the space which used to house a wood stove, and what became of that space once the stove was removed. You won't respect me in the morning.
Pick a link, have a laugh at my expense, quietly remove Foolery from your reader or bookmarks, then head on over to Marcy's to see what indignities her readers have shared with the world (and maybe you can share one, too).
I'm hoping just ONE of them might make me feel a little bit better about my unglamorous self, but I'm not holding my breath.