Why?
Why is it that when I give my husband a list of reasons I don’t want to do something, he only hears the last one?
Why does that time of the month make me so tired and so hungry?
Why doesn’t eating chocolate burn calories?
Why isn’t my metabolism the same as it was when I was in college?
Why do some people think their opinion is the only one that is right?
Why was I so darn busy today and will be all month?
Why do I have nothing better to write about today than all these silly questions asking why?
I had a little fun with Photoshop making this photo look like a painting…
