Legend foretold a time when these two cool dudes would meet and trade holiday tips. I just didn’t think I’d stumble across their magic moment while vacationing with the family of my betrothed at a gift shop at Knott’s Berry Farm. In October. Surrounded by jars of jam.
Maybe this is why I feel so empty after an evening of gazing upon your spray painted rock DIYs and tutorials on how to freeze pesto on Pinterest. Ladies and gentleman, I give you the tetrahedral kites of Alexander Graham Bell.
After landing on Fantasy World Entertainment’s homepage this afternoon, I’m strongly considering planning my entire wedding around their welcome header. I just need to check and see if Jacob would be comfortable ziplining through a space hedge, but of course Jacob would be comfortable ziplining through a space hedge.
This weekend my favorite buddy asked me if I wanted to get hitched. I said yes. To say that I’m excited would be such an understatement that I cannot quite express how I feel so I will let Beyonce do it for me:
There’s no drumroll or trumpet that goes off when you make the biggest decision of your life. Sometimes you don’t even know that you’ve made it.
For Jacob and I, that was me absentmindedly adjusting his sweater vest at a company holiday party six years ago and deciding to reach in for an awkward hug three years later, with many tangents in between. Fast forward another three years and we’ve got a dog and a plan. Love is good all the time. Life is especially good right now. We’re off to soak it up.
I may be the one searching for fashionable comfort solutions at 5:51am on a Saturday morning but that’s no excuse for this sweater, ModCloth.
Sometimes, when my aging eyes are slowly closing after too many hours logged in front of a series of increasingly tiny screens, I dare myself to post photos like these, if only to see if Pinterest might explode.
What do we think of my theory that Maude of Harold and Maude was actually Pippi Longstocking, the original Manic Pixie Dream Girl who grew into a Manic Pixie Dream Woman?
Prednisone: A Self Portrait
I am back at home with my dog and my main man. I am back on steroids and morphine. My lungs are looking clear and strong.
Yesterday I sat in the pulmonologist’s office and snapped iPhone photos of my lungs in real time while taking slow, deep breaths, my back covered in cool jelly. Everything looks like a womb through an ultrasound machine.
Prednisone, the last resort drug with its side effects and sleepless nights, has already worked dark magic on my inflammation. Externally, my face is puffy and full. I am always hungry. My brain ticks away. Let’s reorganize the kitchen, it suggests. Is 4:30 too early to rise? Let’s text the entirety of the east coast, and then the west three hours later.
Inside, my system is calm and pink. For now. How do you relax into feeling well with the knowledge that you’re running on a temporary fix? I am waiting for an answer. I am planning for the storm.