…I haven’t been up for 15 minutes and someone has already told me “I really like your hair”. Heehee.Edit: twice in 30 minutes…think I’ll keep a tally…
We had a great time at the Scottish Games today. Phia was a little disappointed to find out that the “games” on offer were traditional competitions. Apparently she was thinking more “bounce houses and facepainting” and less “men in skirts throwing giant logs”.
She got over it once we found a playground, and had plenty of fun throwing rocks in the marsh, tossing a mini caber, and snacking on some roasted corn.
I wish self-esteem campaigns would focus less on “everyone is beautiful” and more on “who the fuck cares if you are beautiful or not”