Another Day In Paradise

Tonight I found myself "cyber-stalking" a friend of a friend on Facebook...yep, it's creepy, but you all do it.

I don't know this person and more than likely never will, but I couldn't help but admire her. Perfectly dressed with a dazzling smile and a "fun" job, her hair was flawless in every picture.
She had a bevy of Lilly Pulitzer dresses, and she even managed to have her husband dressed to match her more often than not. You may think that's strange, but I would just kill over in delight if The Mr. wore a pastel bow tie to match my Easter dress.

The perfection was over the top...her cat and dog even smiled in their Christmas card photo. Both of them...the cat and the dog.

I spent a few minutes perusing her pictures and becoming increasingly jealous of the perfection. Here I was, sitting in my less than glamourous pajamas, flanked by my two little dogs. Let me be perfectly clear...my two Maltese ( always white ) who for some reason appear more tan today and smell horrible. Since the Mr. is out of town, I ate a hot dog for dinner and while I have a pile of laundry facing me, I'm instead watching the Bachelor, a show I despise. Why? I can't find the remote. Did I mention that my Christmas tree is still up, my car is in desperate need of a wash, and I have dry cleaning that I haven't picked up in a month?

I wondered what people like that do...you know, the perfect ones...on Monday nights at 8:00. In my mind, they have just finished a three course meal made of only local, organic produce, and are settling in with a fantastic glass of wine. Their clothes are ready and ironed for tomorrow, the laundry is done, the bed is made, the white dogs are white, and they are just sitting around being perfect. One can become jaded with their own life pretty quickly with thoughts like these...let me tell you.

But as I looked around at the chaos, the formerly white dogs, and the kitchen towel I just added to the laundry pile, I realized that nothing is perfect. Try as I may, I'm not and my life is not, but I'm pretty darn lucky. Seeing the perfection has a lot to do with being thankful, and that, I am.

And I bet, if I looked really hard, that perfect girl probably has a giant zit in half those pictures.