Pretty day on the mountain.
teabag
Don’t work at the same company as your husband because when you find out he’s being treated poorly you’ll want to go to HR on his behalf and start some shit but you can’t because he’ll get pissed and ultimately you’ll make it worse for him.
Grr.
My pink pens finally came in.
My day just got infinitely better.
I have a guy friend who enjoys iced coffee as much as I do. We’ve known each other for ten years or so and occasionally get coffee together after work because we enjoy each others company.
Recently he started dating a girl. I won’t come out and call her a bitch because that would be super mean.
I’ve been trying to get him to go get coffee sometime and he keeps blowing me off.
I found out today its because his girlfriend won’t let him.
I’m hurt. Like really hurt. I get that he’s got a new love interest, but goddammit, don’t forfeit your friendship for a fucking woman.
Fucking women.
And fucking guy friends.
I’ll go get my own flipping iced coffee.
I honestly think there’s nothing better than a fundraiser sub for lunch.
Nom nom nom.
(via voolksorf)
When you wake up from a dream
that seemed more like real life
and you find yourself remembering
how you struggled with the dress
and ran your fingers through a mass
of dark curls,
and the body you pressed against
won’t leave your memory:
I wish dreams came true.
Monkey balls… er, bread… in mason jars.
My culinary limit has officially been reached for the weekend.
It’s time for a history lesson loves.
Today in 1863 Stonewall Jackson died of pneumonia after having his arm amputated… Well. It’s all in the article.
Awesome fact of the day? The friendly fire came from the same regiment my great great great great grandfather was in.
My ancestor might have shot Stonewall Jackson.
That’s some cool shit right there.
