On Sunday and Monday this week, I was in a FUNK and exhausted for no reason. Maybe I was about to get sick and was able to shake it before it escalated. I don’t know what was going on, but I’m happily feeling back to normal.
Anyways, I started working on a post during my doldrums about beginner gardening tips. Let me tell ya, I re-read it, and it was BORING. I may re-vamp it and share it next week, or it may just be too far gone. The only nugget that was mildly interesting was my confession about succulents below, which got me on a roll with a few other confessions. They’re pretty silly, so feel free to move along and come back later this week for Friday Favorites...
Luckily my black thumb has improved with outdoor gardening and large houseplants, but I still can’t keep succulents alive. They’re supposed to be “the easiest” plants to manage.
I know that artificial sweeteners are bad, but I still continue to use them in my morning coffee.
Speaking of artificial sweeteners… I haven’t purchased Splenda in over a year because there is a huge stash of coffee sweeteners in my department’s kitchenette. (I work on a college campus. Professors order tons of coffee, take too many sweeteners, deposit them around the common spaces, and I forage for them.) This is the workplace equivalent of dumpster diving. I’m in denial.
On another frugal note, I only use half of a cotton ball at a time. I know I could save a lot more money by avoiding Target or online shopping, but I choose to save about $0.75 per month with my cotton ball method.
When I make small talk in the elevator and ask a professor how their morning is going and they answer they’ve responded to 8 emails today in a dramatic and exasperated voice, I want ask them what they’re doing with their life because I responded to 8 emails within the first five minutes at my desk. Instead, I just fake smile.
Since we’ve been house hunting, I check the Zillow app about once an hour. I pretty much know every house for sale in Lexington.
When I’m walking the dog and talk in a super annoying baby voice to her, and then a stranger walks by, and I pretend like nothing happened.
When I email a student and receive this reply, “whatever ma homeskillet,” I don’t know whether I should respond with appropriate email etiquette advice or “cool shawty.” Both responses make me seem old.
I'm slowly getting into Snapchat. I've started checking it daily and following more accounts. This week I tried sending a few of my own snaps and accidentally sent this snap that was meant for my sister to everyone. If you're interested in seeing more disasters and maybe a few other things, you can follow me: lauranprather.