This is a post I’ve seen other bloggers do (most recently, Samantha) and I always love reading them.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you…that N borrows my Tweezerman tweezers (those suckers are stupid expensive) and when I caught him using them to pick at an ingrown beard hair (ew), he said “I thought it’s all what’s mine is yours and stuff” to which I replied “what’s mine is mine and what’s yours is also mine”. I’m the nicest.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you…at some point during the conversation “oh my god, you have to see this picture I took of Archie sleeping last night”. And you’d probably be like, “No, I’m good. I saw 15 of those last time we had coffee, and have you seen your Instagram?” But if you were a really good friend, you’d humor me.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you…that at the suggestion of several readers following this post, I picked up Attachments by Rainbow Rowell
at Barnes and Noble. The real book version. I finished it and it was a perfect recommendation. Then I’d offer to loan you my copy. I’d also tell you that sometimes I feel like I’m doing real bookstores a favor when I buy a book in person, in an actual store. It’s like, you’re welcome for not ordering this on Amazon.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you…that now I need another book recommendation. Let’s make it another happy one.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you…I’ve been having a case of good weather guilt. Sure, it’s 68 and sunny outside, but what if I still want to stay inside and read and binge watch Netflix? That’s still allowed, right?
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you…that chopping a particularly juicy jalapeno and then later picking your nose is not advisable.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you…I had worn my hair down every day since I cut it, until last week. That’s when I discovered that my new short do could be the cutest low messy pony. Double points for taking two seconds to do.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you…that big changes are coming in my life. I’m not ready. Am I? Then I might laugh cry and make a joke at my own expense to try to make myself feel better. It wouldn’t work.
