It's so rare that I come here to just blab about completely inane things that are happening these days. I figure that's what Twitter's for, AM I RIGHT? But things occasionally still happen that aren't politically charged or running-related, and about 80 percent of them include cats, but hey, it's my life, I can do what I want. I'm also going to splatter this with photos from recent weeks because why not? No one likes to actually read, anyway.
This week marks five months at my job. I'm pretty sure I love it as much, if not more, than I did on Day 1. Every day I feel challenged and I feel appreciated and I feel motivated, and when I'm not all of those things, or am all of those things at once, I'm probably laughing, because I work with some of the liveliest, funniest young people I've ever met. It's not unusual to carry on conversations in sing-song voices or to schedule meetings of the Unicorn Best Friends Club because that's what we call our PR team.
Needless to say, I don't hate going to work. Ever.
My mom had her ovary removed, and it proved both successful and to be officially free of cancer. Just wanted to update those of you who were losing sleep, as you were very, very concerned about my mom's private, womanly organ. You're welcome. Sleep well.
I met someone. He comes with zero obvious red flags, which means he's a figment of my imagination or a unicorn shape-shifter, I'm not sure. But there it is. I've decided I'm just not going to look for red flags because that's a surefire way to either find them or to create them in your mind. I will, however, be on the lookout for the next full moon, when he'll clearly shift into a unicorn. I'll snap photos. Keep an eye on Instagram.
The temperature in Wisconsin this week is cranking up into the 100s this week. Like, triple digit, which is total bull-honky. I'm fully prepared to melt and complain and sweat and have super bad hair days. Which is not entirely different from every other day ever, but whatever.
And that's all there really is. So basically you've been on the edge of your seats for some news about ovaries and unicorns. But let's be honest, WHEN AREN'T WE?