Have you ever watched that show on TLC (or maybe A&E?) about hoarders?
Just like an hour of people being amazed at how much stuff someone can accumulate and fighting with them about how, no, they don’t actually need every newspaper printed since 1989?
Here’s a secret: I can’t bear to watch Hoarders because I’m terrified that I will become/already am one.
Well. It is official. I have decided I’m done spending money. I will instead be revolutionizing the world by re-introducing the barter system.
Amazon would like $49.00 for that external hard drive? How about instead I send them this lovely cake stand I never use?
Well. We’ve been at this thing for 2 years now, and neither of us have diabetuhs. So…major accomplishment, I believe.
But no really! 2 years! When I was 2 years old, the internet wasn’t even a THING, and now look. We can come on here and let the whole wide world of web know all the super important, sophisticated, grown-up things that go on in our brains. I don’t even know what the internet would be like without us. Continue reading
The working title of this post was, “How to have a wonderful birthday when you don’t have time to have a birthday.”
Sometimes your birthday comes around at an inconvenient time. This probs happens more often than not, seeing as most of us have life generally going on around us. This year, the big 2-5 was 3 days before our exam over the gastrointestinal system. So, you know, no big crazy blowout on the sched. But I had a fabulous day nonetheless, in between all the notes about hepatitis and ulcerative colitis. Here’s how you do it: Continue reading
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I just finished watching this week’s Parenthood.
This means that, currently, I’m in a very fragile place emotionally. (I dare you to watch an episode without crying. At least once).
I guess that’s not all that noteworthy. Except… I kind of do this to myself intentionally. Like, it’s not even that I know it will destroy me emotionally. It’s that I want it to completely break me.
Normal people do that, right?
No? Is it just me? Am I the only emotional-masochist out there?
Happy third day of fall! Welcome to my (Kate’s) very favorite season!
You know what’s super unfair about living in Texas, though?
The weather truly doesn’t care what the calendar says. “Oh, you think summer is over in the third week of September?! That’s real cute,” says Texas weather.
