Last week left me like this. A quality control fail. A lot bit off. (As opposed to a little.) It was the kind of week that left me limping, leading to a migraine on Saturday and to me buying a bottle of probiotic something called Colon Health on Sunday. Holy bifidobacterium, Batman. Pretty sure it came with a free subscription to AARP magazine and instant BFF-status with Jamie Lee Curtis.
But now it's Sunday night, and I am staring at a sippy cup someone left on the coffee table wondering if it's half full or half empty, or if it simply contains 50% of its capacity. Tomorrow is another day, and all that.
See also: why the fuck am I the only one who picks up the dirty sippy cups anyway?
xo,
S
3 comments:
i hope you woke up this morning feeling a teeny, tiny bit like there was a soft breeze blowing the dust off. just enough to make it easier to get up. xo
I hope your week is going okay.
And I don't know why sippy cups are so troublesome. They're hothouses and hazards in general.
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