Chihuahuas In My Shirt

I'll start with a bit of a confession. Then I will get to the story.

I've been in a mood lately.
I know, I know... I have too much to be grateful for to be in a mood.
But I am. I blame the weather's inability to cool off. Ya'll. I am sick of hot.
I partly blame Pinterest.
If you haven't been there, then go at your own risk.
It is addictive, and it's been depressing me lately.

If you don't know, it's a "collective" site of all the things you love. And all the things other people love and deem "cool."

So I sit and click and gawk and oooh and ahh and slide further into the blahs.

It's bad enough that my house doesn't look like all the fabulouso bloggers' homes out there.
And I don't cook like the Pioneer Woman. (How much do you love her?)
And I can't tell you how to make an entire garden patio from soup cans. (Don't laugh.... someone has probably done it.)

I can't just see a neat idea and recreate it, a yummy recipe and make it, or a pretty room and admire it.
I have to start feeling icky because I am not all that I see.
Why do we do that to ourselves? (Am I alone here?)
Internet, be darned.

But I have to stop, get off the world-wide web, and look around me at the life I've been given. It is a blessed one. I get to be a part of some really cool stuff.

Like just a few days ago.
I was running errands and stopped at a traffic light. I glanced over to the car beside me where a rather large lady was holding the tiniest baby chihuahua I have ever seen.
Cute didn't do him justice.
(What I am about to say is true.)
While I was looking at the puppy and going all "awwwww...." over him,
the lady took him and pushed him down into her shirt.
Way down in between her very healthy chest parts. Way down.
Tucked him in, put her hands back on the wheel, and drove off.

My "awwww..." went to "ewww...." and I know the light was red long before I could go.
I have seen a lot, folks. Now I have seen a lot more.

Who needs fancy homes, amazing photography, and sinfully delicious food?
Not me, I say.

Just give me my humble home, my scrawny pantry, my stack of dirty clothes, and my cat's stinky litter box.
I will also take a chihuahua. A tiny one that I can poke down into my bra.
Now that is living the good life.

PS... Not everything on Pinterest is cool. Or polite. Or appropriate. We do live in a free - but sometimes twisted - country.