If this post were a Friends episode, its title would be “The One Where She Writes Too Much To Make Up For Not Writing At All For Two Months.” Yes, it would be that kind of epic long title, a kindred spirit to Fiona Apple album titles that are only ever known by the first few words.
I don’t know why I never write anymore. I suppose by the time I get home from work, I’d rather get in boyfriend-and-cat cuddle time than be on the computer (a week can go by without me turning it on at all!). I’m probably just lazy and not enough happens in life to write about too often.
Accordingly I have only one piece of semi-important—or rather muchly-exciting—news. I finally bought a car. It’s a Mini. And it’s purple. Which makes my twelve year old self so, so happy. It’s really so pretty and cute and fun to drive that sometimes I want to scoop it up and snuggle it. Seriously, it’s a car love affair.
Work is still going well. I had my 90 day review last week, and I don’t at all feel like I’ve been there for three months already!
I really do not excel at the writing bit of this, but it’s fun to share current obsessions, which I believe are much more entertaining to everyone else as well.
P.S. If anyone knows where to find a pizzelle maker at a store (not online, I don’t think it’ll get here in time without paying huge shipping fees), I would be most obliged. Christmas isn’t the same without pizzelles.
