When I was a wee 'un, the floors were made of stomped earth and all I had to play with was sticks! I was lucky to have PINE CONES! We were beaten before every meal and had to walk fifteen miles to school WITHOUT SHOES. AND WE WERE GRATEFUL, DAMNIT!

It’s refreshing that the blog owner has enough self esteem not to be upset or hurt by a differing opinion.

Yeah, hon, maybe she just didn't care. Cut-outs are srs bsns!