My bff Chelly is both a savvy observer of current trends, hilarious, an expert in the care and maintenance of four legged creatures, and, (bonus!) she has a vast and interesting library.
In other words, she’s an absolute blast to text with.
We had the following conversation tonight:
Chelly: You know you have too many animals when you need a spreadsheet to keep track of their medicines.
Yours Truly: Yeah, I think I saw that on Oprah once. A mother’s work is never done.
Chelly: Very True! Bullet won’t do his homework tonight! Geez!
Yours Truly: Ground him. And, no dessert.
***Later***
Yours Truly: Knee deep in a Container Store catalog. Bliss.
Chelly: *Pure happiness. In the store, I don’t want to leave and I need EVERYTHING!
Yours Truly: I should probably never walk in there. I’m drooling here over desks and bookshelves and adorable little storage boxes.
Chelly: Oh, it’s complete torture. We need a million dollars of fun money.
Yours Truly: Yup. Although a million might be a bit of a tight budget. Image may be NSFW.
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Ooh-modular bamboo drawer organizers!
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Facebook: The intersection with the most ten-car pile-ups on the information superhighway.
Sweet Lord, I just saw someone on fb post this after someone else disagreed with their political rant: “I was just exorcising my right to free speech.”
Chelly: Exorcising? Lmao. That might be the problem with America.
