I am on my way to embrace the desert and all she has to offer, with her dark nights and starry skies and bubbly Rio Grande AND 100 DEGREE TEMPS but I digress, I’m celebrating the land of liberty in the land of, well, liberty. And desolation. And heat.
But before that! We celebrate this week, in all its glory, with its sushi dinner(s) yes that’s two, with its kittens and best friends and podcast recordings that went WAY BETTER THAN EXPECTED notthatIhadlowexpectations and the week’s commitments and interviews and promise. Celebrating nightly Bromance calls and more of me learning to dance FOR FITNESS OBVIOUSLY and a hilarious hair-brained scheme that came of a blue-balls boat trip and of wine on a patio and Walmart runs and funny texts and a dance movie THAT MADE ME CRY and you all must watch it because I also laughed uproariously by myself without wine which either tells you about my mental state or how good the movie is, and chickpea mac-n-cheese made with Picnik creamer which henceforth is the only way I shall ever make said dish. I want to celebrate my special pup who I could not possibly love more than I do except when she: a) gets stuck in vines and doesn’t know how to get out; b) lays in the grass after her morning walk for no apparent reason whilst I finish my coffee on the porch; c) insists upon going for a car ride to she-doesn’t-know-where-and-she-doesn’t-know-why-but-dammit-she-will-not-be-left-behind (spoiler: I literally changed my destination so that she could go, left her at my parents’ house, and picked her up after I ran my errands … spoiler/spoiled idk).
It’s weird f*cking times and it’s also good and getting better and we’re all growing whether we like it or not.
