So, you got a DNA test for Christmas? Someone thought it would be so much fun for you to find out you’re not really Native American or they just didn’t want to get you socks or a calendar.
The other day on Facebook, a friend was actually sharing. Like saying how they really felt, sharing their experience and frustrations about personal things. It wasn’t a picture of what they ate for lunch or a picture of how badly someone had parked or anything remotely political.
I was reading the news this morning about Scott Hamilton and his feelings about not calling the triple salchows for this year’s Olympics (spoiler alert: He’s just fine) and it reminded me about when my husband was teaching our kids how to rollerblade.