If it’s true, as the proverb says, that “envy rots the bones,” then my bones are dust.
Every once in a while, I hear from a certain friend whose life is perfect, or so I think.
Just recently she posted on Facebook: “Well, we can cross a trip to Ireland off our list!! Had a fabulous vacation with all our wonderful kids, their spouses and our five — five!! — adorable grandbabies!!!”