[100% self-reported results with no additional tests supporting exaggerated tales of glory that follow]
FIRST: I found the dried up and dead plants that were hiding on my windowsill. "How amazing and forward thinking am I that I can showcase these pots with nothing but dried dirt in them?" I thought to myself. Then I decided to try something new; I WATERED those pots who still had plants "growing" in them. I gave them more dirt, some tender plant love, and a few motivational and encouraging words to help them realize their potential. Then I had a serious talk with Nicole to keep those kitty lips off my greenery. Wham bam! One minor mess later, I present to you.... plants.
SECOND: I went Little House on the Prairie up in this joint and made some candles. Home made, glorious smelling, adorable little glass jar candles. Because not only am I Mother Earth today, I am also Martha Stewart. There is such a strong mixed smell of apple jack and blueberry pie (plus the other three candles I strongly felt should be burned at the time) that I feel a slight sense of lightheaded-ness. Or maybe that's just the euphoric feeling of success. I'm going with the latter.
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On a very important note, my birthday is a single week from today. I asked Ben for a birthday tiara. I also asked my mom for one, because a girl needs a backup plan.
I was under the impression that there would be another major quarter life crisis in which I jet off to Vegas.... Or maybe this go 'round I'd get a questionable tattoo or piercing or make some other irrational life decision. However, it dawned on me like a ray of sunshine that Clay Matthews is 26. If he can do 26, I can do 26. It's just one more thing we have in common besides long blonde locks and strategic tackles.
xoxo, b
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