Ask around, and you'll discover that I'm brooding, dark, cynical, morose, and moody. All are probably true. Deep inside, though, there's an optimist dying to be heard. Each day in 2012, he'll get his chance. If being positive really is a state of mind, I intend to find out.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Day 168: Ribs & Potato Salad
Dad's ribs and mom's potato salad. That was my Sunday. Not a single complaint. Family around the table. Not a single complaint. Playing with my daughter. Hanging with my daughters. Not a single complaint. Homemade cards and expressions of love for dad. What's to complain about?
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