• A single, sparkling cobweb stretched across my steering wheel. Where the hell is that spider?
• The distinct smell of sun-soaked roses. Sweet and rotten.
• A blaring radio and the window rolled down as far as it goes and a hand in the wind just feels like youth.
• Something so simple about really good rice. But, so damn satisfying.
• How is it that I’m always eating messy, dark foods when I’m wearing a white shirt? So rude.
• Checking the mail is overrated.
• A well-placed plant makes all the difference. And a pretty pot.
• A full fridge feels like safety.
• Are the Jonas Brothers kind of…good?
• Farmer’s markets are too damn early.
• Why are we always out of tissues?
• Female friendship is everything.
• Dude, put all the frozen foods in one bag. C’mon.
• Why am I so opposed to putting on gardening gloves?
• My knees are not what they used to be.
• Neither are my arms–flab-wise.
• Is takeout three nights in a row too many nights in a row?