3 Things I’m Grateful For
- My mom keeping me on track. Without her reminders/scare tactics, I’d probably completely forget to order wedding invitations.
- John Oliver. The last few minutes of the latest “Last Week Tonight” changed my life. Four words: All-dog Supreme Court.
- Frank Underwood. Actually, I hate Frank Underwood because he’s an evil evil (fictional) man. But I am thankful to him for getting me into rowing. Had I not watched House of Cards, I never would’ve thunk to try it out.
My sister and her boyfriend (fiancé?) are on the prowl for an engagement ring, so I went with her yesterday to scope out a few jewellery stores. There were quite a few positive outcomes from this experience—1) I think I’ve finally gotten used to/accepted her decision to do a courthouse wedding; 2) the jeweller (a Greek, of course) taught me that using toothpaste on my engagement ring is a no-no and that I should never (never!) listen to Pinterest and that young people are so dumb. He also steamed my ring for me, which was nice. And 3) no one thought my sister and I were lesbians. Not that there’s anything wrong with it. But, I was wearing a leather jacket and felt pretty butch, so it was nice that no one said anything like, “How long have you two been together?”
15 Minutes of Exercise?
Check. See the previous post.