Bree's Babble

Today is Tuesday. It's not as bad as Mondays. It's not as anxious as Wednesdays. It's not as awesome as Fridays. It's just kind of like that warm glass of hot cocoa with just the right amount of marshmallows on that not-too-cold but no-where-near-hot kind of sweater and jeans day. It's just.

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I wonder how some days my hair can look so good and then other days it can look so terribly when I do the same exact thing to it every day! How does this occur?

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Will I ever stop craving sugar? Seriously. When they perform an autopsy on me one day, they're going to open me up and pure cane sugar is just going to pour right out of me.

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I realized (but didn't) how having puppies would be so similar to having children. But seriously....it is ridiculously close. They poop...you have to clean it up. They throw tantrums, they break things, they hog the ENTIRE bed when they sleep with you...they dont go to bed when they're supposed to...and you don't know what you would ever do without them. The amount of love that you have for them & that they have for you - so unconditional - you wouldn't trade them for all the un-ripped-up socks in the world.

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I feel really smart, like "I need to wear glasses regularly" & go to Star Wars role-play-competitions-dressed-as-Chewbacca type of smart, learning coding. Mind you I'm learning the EASY, EASY stuff. But I can still pretend that I'm on a beach in Maui coding for multi-billion dollar websites, right?

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I wonder if I'll ever comprehend and grasp the whole "fashion" thing? The other day I went through my closet and started putting things together and realized....I have NO true fashion sense. I get lucky sometimes and I'll see someone wear something and so I'll try it and JACKPOT! I strut my stuff like I'm on the Red Carpet, stopping to pose & tilting my head back to laugh that wide-mouthed-laugh and pretend like I, Bree Reynolds, made this look happen!!! But then there are days, in between those fashionista's posts, when I must hunt for myself and I realize....that grass is REALLY tall...and that fashion-gazelle in REALLY fast....and I am REALLY unequipped to tackle it. And so I just hang my head low...take that polka-dot shirt, army pants and crocs off...and I trade them in for plain blue jeans and a black T and quietly go back to observing those beautiful, mysterious fashion lionesses who kill it every single time. So kudos to you, girls! Thank you for allowing me to partake in your glorious talents!