Life is a bowl full of cherries.

Or is it a chair full of bowlies?  I always get that mixed up.

But wait a minute…..that means that life is all good, right?  That would mean I would wear a size 6 and never get hangnails.  It would mean that my kids would never be sassy and always do their math and chores without complaining.  It would mean that I like house work and would cheerfully plan and execute healthy gourmet meals every night.  It would mean that we’d all stop aging and never die.  It would mean that Clara would once and for all be house-trained.

I don’t think life is a bowl full of cherries after all.

But I don’t think it’s just the pits either.