Someday Kelsey, Becky, Kristin and I will all go traveling together again and we’ll have to choose between leaving on time or stopping for a hot drink first. Several times a day.Source: peterpantheboyewhonevergrewup
I haven’t been scolded for weeks. Not for walking or closing the door or unloading the dishwasher too loudly. Not for leaving my art journal in the living room. Not for putting leftovers in the fridge.
I’m lonely, but I don’t feel like I’m in the way. It’s a decent trade-off.
I burned a croissant this morning. No one shouted. It was weird.
A member just called the credit union. He didn’t need to transfer money or ask for an account balance. He just figured this was the best place to ask how to write out numbers 1-10 in Roman numerals.
I don’t wear perfume. My signature scent is burnt toast.
Finally. I’ve been stewing about this in my head for a while and I’ll probably write my own rant eventually. But this sums it all up nicely.
Barbie was one of my best companions as a child. I never looked at Barbie’s body as a goal for my own. The sweeping dramas I put her and the Barbie-gang through all those hours in the basement? That was an introverted kid exploring the world. The imagination I expanded as a kid allowed me to have an open-mind as an adult which is what ultimately contributed to a shy little girl becoming an outspoken feminist. Of course there have been issues with the company’s decisions in the past, but overall—Thanks Barbie.
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