i love you madly, deeply, truly.
i had no idea you could pack such a punch.
after a year you are my dearest friend, but i can't hang like i used too.
still, you are glorious on sunny days with the windows down.
dear moms everywhere,
i mean this 110%.
horrible mothers are just a myth.
a saturday basketball date was just what we needed.
i don't even like basketball, but i like you.
and your jokes about the team.
thanks for making me go.
dear friday night,
you don't look like you used too.
neither do i.
i'm happy to tell you i'm good with this.
thank you for these glasses i can't get enough of.
i feel esteemed. i feel nerdy.
i feel like this is such a shameless plug.
oh well, i'm addicted to these.
dear artsy anthropology,
i'm in love.
serious, runaway together, have babies love.
i can't wait to rock my new clutch everywhere!
don't ever stop being you.
i return to the workforce on monday.
for reals this time.
bear with me and my bloggy.
i'll keep writing, when i can, so please keep reading.