Joan Rivers and Mr. Rogers

Last night I asked Zander...



"On a scale of one to ten, how smart do you think I am?"





I don't know what I was expecting...  



"Thats not a fair question"  He says.



Yikes.

ha. ha.  he's right.

I admit, tears started welling up in my pathetic eyes.  Then he started giving some sort of answer about strong morals, strengths, weaknesses, blah blah blah!

I get it.  I'm not the smartest person.  And I care that I'm not.  Its one of the more embarrassing worries in my life that high light my pathetic pride. 



Feeling rather blue about myself today, I could use a trolley ride.