Not Perfect
If I had all the riches in the world, and perhaps a genie in a bottle, there is no question in my mind the luxuries in which I would choose to indulge. A personal chef. A fabulous stylist. A person to take care of my ironing. (Seriously, I have control over these little men. Why do I keep putting them in so many shirts that need ironing? Not smart, Momma. Not smart.) There is always at least one area of…