Being a girl’s girl has made me later than any other thing in my life. If I’m late it’s because I was busy being a girl’s girl, sorry! The barista needed to vent! The cashier at CVS complimented my bag! I stopped to talk about being sweaty with the mail carrier!
Just watched one of my oldest friends (since 2000) marry the love of her life. Her mom’s voice sounds the same as it did in 2002 and her father and brother have the exact same face as they used to, just longer. The passage of time is so beautiful and love is so singular
trying to feel out when my boyfriend wants to propose to me by saying things like “ugh do NOT propose to me in the middle of the heat” and then looking at him like
People would assume I was insane if they ever tried to Jury Duty me. “You’re JONAH VEEP’s wife . YOURE THE BLUTHS DOCTOR !!!!” No one would believe me. I am too talented