Exhibit A: An Empty Fridge
Does anyone even know how to cook for one person?! If so.. Let's be friends! Teach me your ways! My fridge is always empty. Which is sad because I love food! In my opinion, preparing a meal is difficult. Seriously, who wants to eat the same dish for dinner every night of the week? Not this gal! By the time I could finish the dish, it'd probably have moldy things growing. Probably. I wouldn't know for sure. Well, maybe I know.. but that's beside the point! [insert silly emoji] So.. I eat out. A lot. Are you that person where everyone always wants you to pick the food destination too? It gets old, yea? Luckily I get to respond, with lowered eyebrows and a smirk, "I eat out in this town everyday. I hate all the places. You pick." Works like a charm.. EVERY time.
Does anyone else feel the struggle of an "eating out budget" when it's your main food source? Here'e to all my single ladies!
Does anyone else feel the struggle of an "eating out budget" when it's your main food source? Here'e to all my single ladies!
Exhibit B: Black Thumb
Yea.. Can't keep a plant alive to save my life. Geez, I really hope my life never needs saving by keeping a plant alive. That could turn out poorly. But, I keep them around. The dead plants. And, for a reason with no answer, I keep buying new ones. They die. What can I say? I'm full of hope!
What was it that Albert defined "insanity" as? Oh well, random thought.. back to my Sadghetti life!
I find it interesting how in addition to my black thumb, dead leaves tend to follow me inside.. It's like they know my house is where plants go to die.. it's where they belong. I'm beginning to creep myself out with all this morbidity. I should probably move on..
What was it that Albert defined "insanity" as? Oh well, random thought.. back to my Sadghetti life!
I find it interesting how in addition to my black thumb, dead leaves tend to follow me inside.. It's like they know my house is where plants go to die.. it's where they belong. I'm beginning to creep myself out with all this morbidity. I should probably move on..
Exhibit C: Roots
Can't a hairstylist just catch a break?! You guys are over there looking fantastic because we're working long hours to support our "eating out budget" and we're over here like "Errr... roots... split ends... hey..."
At the end of the day, you're too tired to really care and besides, it'd be like pulling teeth to get another stylist to stay and actually do your hair for you. So we own the ratchet look! Where do you think "ombre" came from?! [insert silly emoji]
At the end of the day, you're too tired to really care and besides, it'd be like pulling teeth to get another stylist to stay and actually do your hair for you. So we own the ratchet look! Where do you think "ombre" came from?! [insert silly emoji]
Exhibit D: Mop Dogs
Here's Hali. My first love. The longest relationship I've ever had! Did you see Cora's appearance in Exhibit A? She's my sweetheart. They are moppy, but I adore them! My little companions!