Last week I told you all here how I was freaking out in the camp trailer.  Now that I am 'stable' again, I can laugh at it all. Isn't that sad?  That the perspective I need comes only in hindsight?  Such is the way of the forgetful.

But as I was clicking through pictures last night I found this proof of my freaky-ness and had to laugh at myself.  And then scold my daughter for capitalizing on my insanity with her camera.

Here is the posed picture:

See how sweet and serene I look, all happy and excited about packing up my household?  Don't I look so organized and together, neatly placing household items in the box?

And then the real me let loose:

Crazy lady, swallowing her tongue.

If you can't laugh at yourself today, then at least you might laugh at me.  It's ok.

A merry heart does good, like medicine, But a broken spirit dries the bones. - {Pro 17:22 NKJV}