I like the background to my blog. I wish it were my house. Minus the chilled feeling you get when you look at it. I like candles and smelly stuff. It makes my home super cozy and warm. I had an old timey phone once, it was awesome. It was white and gold - victorian. It doesn't work anymore and I don't have a house phone either, so I guess it doesn't matter. Growing up I had a creepy old timey phone mounted on my kitchen wall. I wish we still had that. I'd rock that shit so hard in my family room.
I was over - the - top excited for Christmas last night. I came home from class and lit all of my candles and turned all of my Scentsy stuff on. It smelled like a winter wonderland. I began baking cookies and pulled all of our Christmas stuff out. I found Christmas songs on our Apple TV and pulled out our Christmas tree. I could not find the stand. I looked everywhere in panic. I never found it. Sadly, I put all of our Christmas shit back. I was super bummed. My cookies (gluten free/sugar free/ oatmeal, quinoa, raison cookies) came out of the oven and they sucked too. I ended up playing solitare on my phone the rest of the night. Because, well.... fuck it.
It all was way more comical than I describe. Sometimes I feel like my life should be a reality show. I would make millions. I am sure I looked utterly insane tearing my house a part trying to find the stand while talking to myself. That, and the part where I yelled at then had a heart to heart with my cats because they have been fighting a lot lately. I mean, it's Christmas. We should all get along and Cooper is simply far too mean to Stella, god dammit.
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