Today I have spent 75 percent of the day answering BB comments (so much happiness!), 20 percent watching bad reality TV, and five percent thinking about Starbucks, driving to Starbucks and/or drinking Starbucks. GOOD TIMES.
Yesterday, one of my towels developed a hole. It was old, and the fabric just sort of disintegrated. I realized later that it was a monogrammed towel my mom gave me when I graduated from high school. Uhm, that was more than 20 years ago. Guess she got her money's worth out of that gift!
Ohmygosh, just realized I'm making a post about a hole in an old towel. My life is officially unexciting. Alas. Sorry y'all!