Of poor grocery shopping decisions, Hipster Gaston, and too much baking.

  1. I force myself out of bed at 6:15 despite feeling like death warmed over. The page calls. I need to get it down before the memory of his smile slips away.
  2. Crunch the numbers. Make it work.
  3. You’d think after living here 11 years I’d remember a) Victoria Day is a thing and b) not to put off groceries until Saturday before. But you’d be wrong.
  4. Connection, joy, and truth are more important to me than creativity because they come out naturally in my work. Creativity is the vessel–a mode of communication–not a value in itself.
  5. I smile at everyone who cuts me off, blocks the entire aisle with their cart, gives me a dirty look. They’re probably not having the day they wanted to have, either.
  6. Of course the Internet thought of Hipster Gaston before me, but it makes me laugh so hard when I think of it.
  7. A chocolate sheet cake with the perfect frosting, a three-tiered lemon-blueberry cake, chicken-and-veggies dinner for three, and a partridge in a pear tree.
  8. I cringe at my reaction to the returning softness at my belly. I want to not care. But I do.
  9. He puts together the tricycle and doll stroller without me, with trepidation. I’m the handy one. But he does a great job; my pride is nigh parental.
  10. Fireworks two days early.
Hipster Gaston: I use antlers in all of my decorating by Green--Faerie via DeviantArt

Author: Ellie

Uppity stardust. Will eat (almost) anything.

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