The problem with “healthy” cookies is that it’s really easy to justify eating a lot of them …
So Mike and I planted these adorable baby trees the other day. And I, of course, have fallen in love with mine.
However, I now live in constant fear that I’m going to kill it accidentally.
Which makes me wonder … how the heck are people brave enough to have kids?
Why is it that finding two matching socks in my sock drawer is such a difficult feet … er feat.
Ba dum shhh.
Turns out freelancers can count all kinds of things as tax deductions: rent, internet, phone bills.
I’m assuming, however, that my recently acquired coffee habit–and the corresponding coffee shop expenses–don’t count.
OK, so I’m certainly not complaining about the 70+ degree days we’ve been having (and, according to the weatherman/woman, will continue to have) here in Boulder.
It’s just that my coworker and I picked a lousy time to have our “Fuzzy Outfit Contest,” wherein we see for how many consecutive days we can wear a different fuzzy, fleecy, cozy piece of clothing.
Alas, the bike ride to work is getting toasty!
Mike was just sitting behind me with one of those quick lighter things.
“Whoa!” he says.
Worried that he’d just attempted to light me on fire, I whip around. Turns out I was safe.
But about 47 of his arm hairs didn’t survive the torch.