Head Up!

I live with hangdog. Beyond the Unabomber costume, the father-in-law has perfected the droopy head, bad posture, feel sorry for me look.

In some ways this is comical to me. I am the posture Queen. Both of our children have been poked and prodded to stand up straight and lift their heads. I cannot count the number of times I've said, "Stop slumping."

We take the puppy for a walk every night. As we're clomping along, Big Daddy is ordering her, "Head Up!"