Monday I had my story by 7:30 am and didn't have anything else until Tuesday at 2:30. L had a story Monday but nothing Tuesday until 4:00 when someone left a suspicious package near an apartment complex.
What was in the package, you ask? Lotion, perfume, and confetti. I'm not kidding.
Wednesday I had a story-- L turned what would have been a vo/sot into a mini pac. Today, we both had tangible stories, but no breaking news.
Around here, it's feast or famine.
The same can be said about my apartment.
As many of you know, my best friend is visiting for the summer, and I am so excited for her to be here!
Kayla and I grew up together; we've been friends since literally before preschool. Our teachers used to mix up our papers (her 'y' looked like an 'r' and vice versa). I can tell her anything (and I've told her everything) and we have a freaking blast together. But one of the best things about our relationship is that she complements me... makes up for the talents I lack.
I'm talking about cooking.
Anyone who knows me well knows that I am not domestic. When Kayla and her family got to my apartment, the fridge was filled only with an open wine bottle, a bottle of vodka, beer (woah... that list looks bad...) and Chinese takeout (and that didn't help the list...). Since she's moved in, the fridge is full of actual ingredients to make food.
I don't know how to use them, but they're in there. That's a start.
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