A conversation between me, my husband, and my son about a job interview I had this morning:
Husband: So, how did it go?
Me: I thought it went fine, but I might not be what they're looking for.
Husband: Of course you're what they're looking for!
Son: Yeah, mom, you look pretty.
Me: Thank you. Let's hope they're looking for someone who looks pretty.
Son: You're lucky they're not looking for someone who looks stupid!
On open letter to the lady in my neighborhood:
6 hours ago