I got the largest capacity washing machine on the market because laundry takes up 98.8% of my life. That 1.2% of my life is me putting half my body into the washing machine to retrieve the wet clothes at the bottom to transfer into the dryer – all while getting a little step aerobics in because I also have to stand on a step stool.

I thank the Lord everyday for a kind, tall, son who is able to get things off the top shelf for me because his father thinks he’s funny and puts things where I can’t reach them.

I literally climb shelves in the supermarket and pray that I don’t cause the entire rack to fall on me. If that ever happens and it doesn’t knock me out, I’ll pretend to be knocked out to avoid embarrassment.

Now that I’m old and over torturing my poor little feet, people now see me in all my 5’0” glory and say, “I never knew you were that short!”

My biffer is a 6-foot-tall willowy blonde. It is not fun standing next to her.

I thought I’d be a cute pregnant person but instead looked like Danny DeVito every time.

People think I’m a 6-year-old driving a car because I can barely see over the steering wheel.

An extra 5 pounds on a short person is like an extra 20 on a tall person.

It’s hard to feel like a professional when you can swing your legs under the conference room table because your feet don’t touch the ground.

Even with all this though, I actually love being short. Because ya know…good things come in small packages ☺️