
The lobby on board -- first room you enterI think it's pretty safe to say that I want to live on the Disney cruise ship, the Fantasy. After just three nights on board, we were nowhere near ready to leave. It wasn't JUST all the entertainment, the amazing kids' programs, the free babysitting, the adult-free zones, the food, and the spa. I fell head-over-heels in love with the decor.
It literally was like stepping into a Disney movie. Bright, saturated colors everywhere, whimsical shapes, and cushy, cushy, cushy. Is it all just a little bit silly? Um, YEAH. A lot silly. But the whimsy won me over. It made me wonder -- why take life so seriously? Keep reading to see what I mean.
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It's shocking to me how ugly my house is.
All right, everyone, let’s do a self-esteem exercise: Wrap your arms around yourself and say, “I like me!” Did that make you feel better? Or just a bit ridiculous? I know. There’s a fine line between healthy self-esteem and, uh, being conceited.


Every fall, as the leaves redden and fall off the branches and pile up on my lawn, the magazines pile up in my mailbox, each whispering and begging me to open them, hoping I'll add their goodies to my Christmas list. Mostly I roll my eyes, wonder how I got on the mailing list for Geriatrics Quarterly, and throw them into the recycling bin. Occasionally, I'll catch my pack rat 8-year-old trying to stealthily make off with Cardiac Surgeon Monthly (I'm just sure he's saving his pennies to buy me a portable defibrillator!), which is always an epic battle of the wills, but usually I go unchallenged.