I should have been an interior designer. Not the designer for the rich and famous, but for poor, overwhelmed hoarders. I find joy in taking mountains of clutter and turning them into mole hills.
I recently had a video call with a vet who looked like an MMA fighter. Did I choose him because he had the most affordable price tag? You bet. But I must admit, I was also secretly excited at the thought of him being able to slam me with a suplex.
What made the call even more interesting was his use of old-school phrases like “groovy” (twice), “killer” (once), and “far out.” It was like he teleported from the 50s, and I found it pretty neato to experience.
In the mail Archie will soon receive allergy medications. He’s been a back wiggler lately and I’ve felt so bad for him.
Today is one of my favorite days. I just watched Tom Segura’s latest comedy special, and now a documentary about Wham is playing in the background. The movie’s too good to split my attention, so I better get back to enjoying it fully.
I’ll have more time to chat tomorrow. See you then.
Love, Jaclynn
Going On 40 