… and your hero returns.

News:

I have a new job. Running an entire friggin’ company. Isn’t that beyond weird?

No? Well how about this: I got engaged.

I bought more adult-looking furniture, I’m going to get married, and I’m managing a real live company with paid employees. I MUST be a grown up.

To wit—

My sheets usually match  my  pillowcases. At least one pillowcase. At least.

Neither of my cats have died from neglect. They are regularly fed and watered. If they aren’t, then they start clawing at bags of pistachios and chewing on those and batting them around so that I’m forced to vacuum more or less every single day.

My bills are paid on time so the cable never goes out. Ha!

But don’t worry. I’m still me. If P isn’t around, I feed myself by drinking wine and munching on cashews. And then once he comes home, I bitch and moan like the cats do until I’m actually fed.

I cut my own bangs because I’m too lazy to call/schedule with/drive to/wait for my hairdresser to cut my bangs FOR FREE.

I watched six seasons of Grey’s Anatomy on Netflix in about three weeks. Possibly two. Once I was finished watching Grey’s, I gave up coffee because I no longer needed it.

I still cannot put on makeup well.

 

 

There is one thing that I can’t decide whether it falls into the adult or still-a-child category: we’re trying to have a baby.

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