I promise I’ll make a real post with real pictures. Later.
Dear My House,
I love you.
Dear New Gym Near Work,
Why so many creepy, leering old men in the morning?
My buns hurt.
Dear Extended Family,
Could you pick a worse time to visit?
Dear Oil-Based Primer,
You may leave my legs albino tiger-striped for a week, but you cover ugly cabinets so well that I don’t even mind. I’ll call it a fashion statement.
I am really happy with life right now.