Trying to pretend my pants fit. May is birthday month in my family and I've been living on a steady diet of cake and pie for the last three weeks.
Planning a very short trip to Portland next month and feeling only mildly guilty that my Google map consists of 90% drinking, 5% eating and 5% gardens.
Debating whether or not to rat out the people downstairs, who rented an apartment for the sole purpose of running a full time AirBnB. I'm trying to frame it as a philosophical opposition (full time AirBnBs limit available apartments in an already tight rental market) but really I'm mostly annoyed that they're making so much money off it and I'm also freaked out about bedbugs.
Reading Anne Lamott's Operating Instructions. No, I am absolutely not pregnant. I just like reading about people who spend as much time catastrophizing as I do.
Feeling frustrated because I have at least 5 solid posts ready to go but all my photos are trapped in my camera and I haven't had time to get them uploaded. Actually that's a lie, I guess, because I watched three back to back episodes of Grey's Anatomy last night (yes, I still watch it, I know the rest of you stopped 5 years ago and I don't care) when I could have been editing photos but I'm a month behind and I couldn't take it anymore (luckily I don't have to worry about spoilers, since you all stopped watching).
Wondering what I'm doing with my life, which I think is pretty standard in your early thirties. OR SO I TELL MYSELF.
Back shortly with actual posts, some of which might even be useful or informative. See you next week?