the mondays
The croissants at Sugar Bakery up First Hill are so delicious. I get delicious flakes of them all over my black outfits when I eat them. The flakes stay all day.
I'm finding my inner interior designer. You'd think I would have found her years ago (say, during the 3-year, $50,000 interior design education), but at least I'm learning she's in there somewhere.
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. The construction machines outside my window helped to make sure of that by drowning out the sound of my alarm, which I slept through. Luckily no one asked if I had a case of "the Mondays" (but I guess I actually did).