I'm not trying to judge...

...but last night my husband was absolutely frantic and I'm not sure how I feel about it. He had lost something that I guess was important to him. He was tearing the cushions off the couch, he was looking in, under, and behind things. He looked in the kitchen, he looked in the family room, back to the kitchen, back again to the family room. He made me lie on the floor and look underneath the couches while he picked them up (yes, he's that tough). Poor guy couldn't find his Oprah magazine.

I'm not kidding.

I tried not to judge. Now it's your turn.



Oh, by the way, aren't our family pictures gorgeous? I am so happy with them I could cry. Hurry over to Jodi's blog and schedule your session immediately. Because if enough of you do she's going to give me a prize, right Jodi? (She hasn't exactly agreed to it quite yet.)


I've just had an epiphany. I have just put the pieces together in my nimble mind. Of course Court was frantic to find that Oprah magazine, because Oprah and I have a lot in common. We're so similar we're almost related. It makes a lot of sense. We both have curly hair. We are both on a diet. We are both opinionated loud mouths. And we are both strong black women. Except that I'm white.