I Love it! My Life is a "Clown Show!"

I read this online article (editorial?) yesterday.  I printed it out because I loved it so but I'm looking at it now and no where on it does it give the name of who wrote it.  I don't want to plagarize so I'll tell you my favorite part.  Anyway, it was about our crazy lives as mothers and wives, etc.  She (I guess the writer or robot or whoever the heck wrote it) was wondering what others felt when they thought they were failing.  She said she had one friend who said "This is a f***ing clown show!".  She asked her friend what it meant and they said they weren't really sure but she said that from her own experience it was "...loud, stuff spilling on the floor, and you can't all fit into the car...".  I love that ! 

So, as part of my very own 'clown show' i fell this morning - onto both knees - as I tripped over a pile of 'stuff' on the floor.  I had the dog in one arm (on myway to taking him outside) and I decided to lean across the bed and raise the blinds a bit for the cats and my feet got all which-a-way and boom!  It brought back the feeling of being ten again - falling off of a bike - and having scraped knees.  I can't remember the last time my knees hurt like this.  Well - wait - it could have been 1974.   But that's another story.

And on a tiny knitting note, I have to include a photo of my dear knitting friend Daun, channeling Princess Leia.  I think that's the lovely Blue Sky Alpaca being used there.  We always make our own fun.