I don’t know about y’all, but when I read other blogs, I can’t say that I spend a lot of time contemplating those bloggers’ day jobs. Largely because none of us blog about…work.
But the reality is that most of us are…working full-time and not blogging.
When we were not busy sipping beers, eating burgers topped with fried eggs-peanut butter-bacon or truffled brie, deep fried cinnamon rolls and tater tots, well, there was this.
She gave me the chance to give up the awful water bottle I’ve been dragging around for the last two years and join-up with everyone else in 2013.
Already, I am cooler. I am lead to believe that the little fin at the bottom of the straw would be deeply effective in breaking up unwieldy chunks of smoothie, should it ever come to that.
Prince, my anniversary orchid finally died. And when I say died, I do not mean that he dropped all of his flowers and went dormant. I mean that the stem turned brown and he is very clearly muerte.
The Aloe. Which, one of my co-workers named after Little Shop of Horrors. It was not the easiest decision I’ve ever made.
And last, a calendar to replace the one of the royal family that Meredith sourced me for 2013.
Or, in Marcus’ words, it’s a whole calendar full of Spots. I die. I’m really comfortable with January taking its sweet time to get here, but when it does, I am ready.