I guess that means I still have to pay off my credit card...
Friday
Tuesday
Ann Moore, England
Wish it was winter (not really) and wish I had the cranial circumference of a 6- to 18-month-year-old.
Sunday
being a single mother on Mother's Day (as my friend says)
I had some pencils made. / I copied Chau. / I splurged a little. / Meine Mutti and the three white dogs. Dublin looks like a Muppet.
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Things I've been doing lately:
No. 1 Responding to emails from someone I never thought I'd hear from again (the drama lives on!) with total inappropriateness. Because there is no fun in being prude. (Okay, okay, it wasn't one of the two main subjects, just a character from the prologue/introduction. I tease.)
No. 2 Eating lots of soft pretzels at the Philly Pretzel Factory by my school and getting pretzel-fat.
No. 3 Having my Warby Parker's massively chewed-up by my dog. Also, being puked on. On my head.
No. 4 Watching the Royal Wedding live in lieu of, uh, working.
Tuesday
I meant to say this a few days ago, but...
May you one day find yourself single and happen upon my phone number. The 29-year age difference won't seem so creepy once I'm 30 (in 5 years...).
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