People who know me may think I’m high-maintenance, but looks can be deceiving.
I get pleasure out of the simplest things, like …
when my chips and salsa even out,
the giggly feeling I get when my body first settles in the bed at night,
just plain ol’ sittin’ outside,
cereal and milk (oreos and milk, too),
sipping my first cup of coffee in the morning, 
the warmness of the clothes when they first come out of the dryer,
getting into a warm vehicle after being in a cold restaurant or church,
putting pajamas on,  
the smell of Vick’s Vaporub,
cuddling with my children right before they go to bed,
the circular crust of a chicken pot pie, 
carving our initials into the top of a chicken pot pie because that’s what my mom used to do,
my DVR,
a nice, hot bath,
days off when I wear no make-up or even better stay in my pajamas all day
Now, make no mistake … I like high heels, make-up, fancy restaurants, and spa treatments, too.
Hmmm … sounds like an identity crisis. But, I’m definitely not high-maintenance. And don’t argue with me about it.