Joins Maria and Zen in the corner.

Quietly chuckling at Pencil Pouch Audit day. What a cool idea. I'm trying to think how little kid me would have related to it. I definitely liked order, but wasn't very good at achieving it. I probably would have taken great satisfaction from the days when my pouch was the business.

Little-kid me would've become happily obsessive over the contents of the pencil pouch. If my teacher had given it to me, wow! it would've been my most prized possession.

Meanwhile, I'm running about, tossing glitter and spreading love and good cheer and pencil pouches.

JZ told me to come home. This feels just like that. Yeah, the carpet's been changed and the God Awful wallpaper border is down, but in its place is soothing paint and a neat texture treatment someone learned on that flip it show with that couple. And the familiar comfy chair is in the corner and a pair of super porny pants hanging in the closet. And the kids are bigger and the marriages and relationships are changed. We're all looking a little changed, too.

But.

There's tea and fernet and coffee and love and sarcasm and while it may look a little different and some key pieces are missing and can never be replaced, it's still home.

And home is where my heart is.

And also? Porn.

And also? Porn.

Woman, we are OLD. (Luke Perry is on the cover of the AARP magazine.) Porn is like, I woke up today and only one ankle hurt instead of two.

Damn allergies.

Porn is like, I woke up today and only one ankle hurt instead of two.

My knees didn't click walking up the three flights of stairs in my building.

I am teary and giggling. And I want to tacklehug JohnSweden in every single thread I see his pixels. FB just ain't the same.

I needed a pencil pouch audit. Real talk, I would have been the kid whining about how it wasn't fair that I had to work for a pencil, at least until Aims talked some sense into me. I could have used more consequences as a kid. I was good in school, and could find a plausible enough excuse for almost anything that my teacher or parents would usually give in. I still fight those instincts. Ah, pernicious perfectionism.

And also? Porn.

Woman, we are OLD. (Luke Perry is on the cover of the AARP magazine.) Porn is like, I woke up today and only one ankle hurt instead of two.

Somebody please COMM this.

ION, it's the day of the week when the guy working next to my shop space plays his never ending super mega ultra nonstop mix of shitty 90s dance music. Thank god for 1) Bluetooth headphones and 2) that most of my work today will not be in the shop.

Porn is like, I woke up today and only one ankle hurt instead of two.

My knees didn't click walking up the three flights of stairs in my building.

SO JEALOUS.

And I want to tacklehug JohnSweden in every single thread I see his pixels.

Oh, this made me grin.