But today my brethren and I ventured to The Container Store, which is a magical land quite worth the spike in adrenaline and subsequent exhaustion. Organization is one of my very favorite things and my mother happens to be a bit of an organizing guru.
This happened. It was intense.
|I am an adult.|
|Can you tell how amused I am by adding|
photos to these posts? It's so much fun!
It's almost as if I'm interesting.
I don't know how I can thank you all for your consistently fantastic and caring comments through this rather violently emotional month. Today has been slightly better. You truly do have my love, glitter and heartfelt appreciation. I will bake each and every one of you cookies, providing you visit me directly and ply me with affection. If only all tokens of love came this cheaply, no?
|Do not question the coffee.|
I've made plans to see John for lunch next week before I'm off to college land; we continue to plot the destruction of the earth via llamas and remain the classiest of individuals. Partners in crazy Laurel and Manar have been texting me details of their adventures with interfriends all day.
This is what my evening currently looks like. I haven't spoken directly to my interwife's face in quite some time and have missed her ever so. Currently she is teaching me camp songs.
Life is good.
|My living area has looked like this for weeks.|
Days until college: 8