But as I sit here on my couch.. don't judge me, it just happens to be where I like to do my writing... and my TV watching and thinking and netflixing and (occasional) sleeping and...
shut up.
Anyways. As I sit here I realize how I have reached what might be a new low.
When I moved into this apartment I chose to live by myself. I have one bedroom. One bed. One couch. One desk. One bookshelf. One of everything.
Except in the kitchen slash dining room.... There it's like I tricked myself into thinking I had a husband and 6 kids because I have 8 of everything.
8 plates, 8 mugs, 8 bowls, 8 forks, 8 knives, 8 cups, 6 wine glasses (it used to be 8 but after a few too many glasses of vino I may or may not have broken two of them #myB) 8 mixing bowls, 8 place mats, 8 big spoons and 8 little spoons.
That's a lot of eights.
So if we count the big spoon and little spoon families as one big category then I really have 16 spoons in my house.
Not including the various mixing and measuring ones.
So someone please tell me how I am out of spoons and reduced to stirring my delicious, herbal, skin detoxifying, slendering, influenza fighting, sunshine out my ass tea with a plastic spoon.
PLASTIC SPOON.
photographic evidence.
This is a bad turn of events.
First I lose everything I mentioned earlier and now I lose all my spoons!
What next??
Are the socks going to go on a safari trip and leave my feet alone in the cold?!
VIVA LA SOCK REVOLUTION!!!
...
Too much?
Anyways.. I will leave you (again) with this nugget of wisdom:
The rhythm of life is when you experience your own body, mind and soul.
Alright I stole that from my Yogi teabag.
G'night loves.
xxKK
and if you make fun of my john deere mug I'll run you over with my tractor.
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