Dear (some, and you know who you are) Members of Facebook,
Stop trying to convince me that your life is perfect and awesome! And your house always smells of freshly baked blueberry muffins! And your children always smile like that!
I am not fooled. You are as big of a mess as I am, and I am a pretty big mess. Don’t front. You know you haven’t shaved, your kid said a bad word today (that was learned from you), dinner came from McDonald’s, and you are grouchy and gassy.