Life is crazy, crazy, crazy right now, but it’s time to fess up: I am the luckiest girl.
I have a job that I adore. It’s Sunday night, and I’m not dreading Monday morning. Even though I’m busier than busy, I remain indifferent about Monday mornings. That’s nice. Nicer than nice.
I have a fantabulous family that is helping me plan this wedding and dealing with my flakiness and forgetfulness and general I-don’t-want-t0-be-excited-about-this-wedding-so-please-be-excited-for-me-ness.
I am going to Chicago to a super-fun librarian’s conference on Thursday, where I get to pal around with some of my nearest and dearest. Including some of that aforementioned fantabulous family. And also my Long! Lost! Roommate!
I am moving to a new apartment in a safer area, with LAUNDRY and a DISHWASHER and a BACK PORCH.
In twenty days, I am getting married to a boy I have loved for nearly ten years.
And let’s be real. Even when I am busier than busy, I am still spending a significant percentage of each and every day ingesting Game of Thrones in various media formats.
My life is blessed, I am a lucky girl, the end, the end, the end.
I had this same feeling of blessedness on Saturday when I looked around and realized how many people like me enough to come hang out at my place on a sunny, summer afternoon.
Plus, you had a puppy AND a baby! How much sweeter does life get?
However, I can’t stop thinking about your neighbor with his private inflatable pool party and his gigantic floating cooler. What is that guy’s story…
I was JUST thinking how tired I was of people posting when they’re miserable. Just thinking of writing one apologizing for being happy. Thanks for the change of pace!