the worst part about christmas
is seeing people that you haven’t seen in a while and having to answer the same questions ten thousand times. HOW ARE YOU? WHAT ARE YOU DOING THESE DAYS? WHERE ARE YOU GOING TO SCHOOL? STILL SINGLE?
Closely related to my grandmother doubting her livelihood by the time I *ever* got married. HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
Low Maintenance.
Lacey and I discussing my cleaning habits:
Me: “You’ve always been more motivated. I only clean when boys come over. Billy (work friend) and I have discussed joining Millionaire Matchmaker.”
Lacey: “I’ve thought of that. You have to have professional head shots though.”
Me: “What, I can’t get by on my general awesomeness/hilarity?”
Lacey: “You know how harsh Patty can be on the show.”
Me: “She’d have a field day with me. I’d most likely wear my Birks and JMU hoodie to the ‘interview’.”
Lacey: “You need to make a match profile with only this information.”
All I’d attract is hippies… but then again, is that so bad? I’m not the ‘investment banker’ type.
My mother just asked if I was self medicating because the whole anxiety crap came back this week.
I asked what she meant.
About me
Delaying the "growing up" process one day at a time :)
