I'm ridiculously trad and domestic right now — we're checking whether this should even be allowed. unfortunately, I'm getting things off of the tall shelves and I can't stop providing
trying to stay positive. our goal is to work this out before I hit the forestry and home-ownership stage but I just spontaneously learned how to grill so it's not looking good
update: my credit score is abnormally high and I'm being rate-limited on Zillow saved listings — apparently I blacked out yesterday and did a ton of wedding planning?? 😔 want to keep my head up but it's bleak how eligible I am these days. terminally a catch
thought I was in trad remission but I tightened ONE faucet knob in the bathroom and I'm in full-blown trad relapse. my mustache appeared almost overnight and I now require bifocals to enjoy my Clive Cussler novels by firelight :/
things are worsening — went to the gym every day this week, presumably so my body is in the ideal state for bringing all the groceries from the car in one trip. scarcely recognize myself
my bag felt heavy and i looked and found an entire valentine’s feast. no idea how it got there. now i absolutely must prepare it while a romantic prospect waits patiently — what sort of a life do you call this :/