mom incoming
My mom is coming to visit me for the first time in years and for the first time since I have been living with Izzi much less living in NYC. To boot she is actually staying with me.
I am nervous. Very nervous. Nervous about what she will think about my apartment, my decor (i suck at decorating like she does... where everything is perfect and cute), what she will think about how small my place is and that it still costs an arm and a leg. In fact I think my rent is not far under her morgage. I am scarred over every fucking detail of her trip.
Well.. on the brighter side of the day, it is izzi's birthday and I am now off to the store to go buy stuff to cook for dinner. I love wine and dinning her. So much fun.
yay!
I am nervous. Very nervous. Nervous about what she will think about my apartment, my decor (i suck at decorating like she does... where everything is perfect and cute), what she will think about how small my place is and that it still costs an arm and a leg. In fact I think my rent is not far under her morgage. I am scarred over every fucking detail of her trip.
Well.. on the brighter side of the day, it is izzi's birthday and I am now off to the store to go buy stuff to cook for dinner. I love wine and dinning her. So much fun.
yay!