Seriously...it isn't. I know what you're thinking. "Little fish in a little pond. How mundanely sad and pathetic. Better to be a big fish in a little pond." Not so, I say. You see, if I were one of the big fish, I would have to trade in my all-American mini van for one of those pearl-colored cross overs or super-sized (Gretchen's having a slumber party and since our SUV holds 20, she can invite all the girls in her class! She's so well-loved and popular!) behemoths.
Why pearl-colored? Well, in my puddle, if your Lexus, BMW, Nissan, Toyota, etc...cross over or SUV is that color, then you know you've made it. Or at the very least, you can act like you have.
This blog isn't completely about the haves and have nots. I most certainly am not completely in the have not category. Nope! I want to discuss life in a little pond from the viewpoint of someone who grew up in this little pond, lived far away in bigger ponds, and willingly moved back (I blame my occasional delusional dips). There are some definite pros to living here. I plan on sharing those as well. I also promise to keep the pond and fish metaphors to a minimum. I give you permission to call me out on it if I don't!
