There are two camps when it comes to Michael Jackson: the camp that loves Michael Jackson and sees his true genius, and the camp of all the others (why so bitter, others?). But while I was on a morning date with my hubby, I learned some life lessons from the King of Pop.
Living with a 19-month-old and a 3-year-old is reminding me of my own childhood. I'm taking notes and aspiring to be as cool and carefree as them ... when exactly did overanalysis overtake carefree as one of my key traits, anyway?
I can't get a photo of myself that I find acceptable -- and it's not for lack of trying.