dear future gentleman caller,
i just wanted to let you know, that i am a packaged set. i come for free with all of the following:
- sleep talking in foreign languages, or so i’ve heard. talk back.
-sleep walking, as i have also heard. (beware, i’ve been known to steal remote controls when i sleep over at friends’ houses during these sleep walking episodes.)
-only getting cranky when i am very, very hungry.
-inability to make plans unless they are less than three hours ahead of time. plans scare me.
- finding a clever way to wear tights at any possible opportunity. i’m sorry when it gets too hot outside for them and you realize i wore them so much because i was procrastinating on shaving my legs.
-magical plate-clearing abilities.
-professional autumn leaf pile jumper-inner. amateur puddle jumper-inner. expert jeopardy! player. novice dish-washer. advanced interesting-factoid spitter-outter. beginner nail painter (it shows.)
-singing katy perry songs loudly when i bake. when i craft. when i have private dance parties in my room. when i shower. when i make my bed. and in my head when i take hard tests, for motivational purposes.
-killing basil plants. burning candles for hours on end. collecting garden gnomes.
-buying you harry potter-related t-shirts. because that would just be dreamy.
-wearing noisy shoes that will click-clack all over our wooden floors. because they make me feel like a lady.
and you can get all this for 50+ easy yearly payments of….your undying affection.
would that be okay?
sincerely,
me.
You are wonderful. Creative and wonderful. Why do I feel like you and I should be very best friends? Perhaps it is because we both get cranky when we are very, very hungry?
I could say the same to you, plus a million and one other wonderful adjectives, girl! Oh man, I could toast to that! Um, I’m pretty sure we’d be the best blogging cranky best friends ever, but that’s just me. We’d be the life to every party! (as soon as we pillage the hors d’oeuvres to assuage the crankiness)