What Was God Thinking When He Made Me?!?!

You know that saying: "God has a sense of humor--just look at the platypus." Yeah well I'm the platypus. Literally! (Well..not literally, obviously I'm not an actual platypus; they don't have fingers and can't type...duh. )

Sometimes I look in the mirror and ask myself: What the @#!$ was God thinking when he made me? Surriously! It's like he was just feeling lazy: "Oh hmm..Mike and Cate want another baby? Let's just slap this together and badaboom badabing DONE!" I mean, I've always questioned why he made me as...special personality-wise as he did but now that I'm reasonably sure this is what I'm stuck looking like for the rest of my life I can't help but wonder what he was thinking in terms of my appearance.

I'm a mish-mash (that's a technical term). I'm freakishly tall but wayyy too curvy...I look like a stretched out hourglass; I'm pale as a ghost (or cocaine as someone once said...bizarre I know) but have the bone structure of a Native American; I have wide childbearing hips yet children are definitely not in my future (I don't want to pass this hot mess on); I have bones sticking out everywhere yet I am most definitely not skinny (seriously it's like you can see every single bone in my body...my ribs are almost as prominent as my boobs);

Ayayayay Dios!!! Por qué??? 


Anywho...That's all for now folks!
-RRR


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