For all my faults (and have more than a few) consider myself to be an okay person. I may not be the best person but am certainly not the worst. I may not be a great wife, but it's been close to thirty years now and he hasn't tried to kill me once. (that I know about)
I'm an okay mother. I'm certainly no June Cleaver or Carol Brady but no Mommy Dearest either and all three kids are still alive and kicking.
I'm a needy sister...just ask either of my Sib's.
Sometimes I wish I was a better wife, mother and Sib but that seems like an awful lot of pressure to me and pressure is one thing I'm not good at doing.
I think I'm okay with simply being me.
I guess my family's okay with it too, no body's jumped ship yet.
So if I'm not June, Carol or Joan...think the answer is as simple as me. Laughter makes everything better and easier to take.
There's a reason why I like Phyllis Diller and Granny Clampett so much.
I think they were both hysterical...