Having a mini composition book, and a phone that looks like a mini composition book is not as cute and adorable an idea as it may first seem. I keep thinking the book is the phone and leaving home without essential things. One of them has to go. It won’t be the phone.
Cadbury Creme Eggs are out in force. They are like a perfect, egg-shaped sugar coma, just waiting in the shiny foil for you to take a bite and enter heart-racing bliss. I have already eaten more than are good for me, although so far I’ve kept it below one a day. So far… I walked into the campus bookstore today and saw them at the counter. Resistance might be futile.
I am going to a girls gathering this Saturday and it promises to be a great time. All my favorite people will be there. The only problem is that they are all Brian’s favorite people as well. “If I buy a wig, can I go too?” he keeps asking. Um – let me think about it… No.
There is a shop in downtown Claremont that carries blooming teas. Those are the kind in the Marie Antoinette movie, where you put hot water on them and the bud blooms at the bottom of your dainty porcelain cup (because if you’re drinking blooming tea, it’s out of porcelain, preferably with gold somewhere). I fell prey to the loose-leaf Lady Grey tea this time, but it’s probably only a matter of time before I can’t resist the other. I’ll have to buy an appropriate cup. Most of my mugs were purchased for volume and not class.
I misread the publishing date on a book I was dying to read. It’s coming out May 6th, not March. I am now upset that I have to wait, but I’ve been consoling myself with murder (in the form of Agatha Christie novels).