1. I have discovered my love language in the last few weeks. i used to think it was service and time, (probably cuz my mom always said that that was HERRRSs. and we all know i just wanna be my mother..) but i recently read or heard someone say that theirs was food. Folks, i came to a realization that THAT is exactly what mine is.
2. for example, the other morning husband took me to get a waffle from the waffle truck and i literally just was tripping over myself from happiness and joy and love. As we parted to go to work, he kissed me goodbye and i was literally floating on a cloud i don't even remember driving to work.. i don't understand myself sometimes, but yep FOOD SPEAKS to my heart and soul. deeply.
3. husband and i are moving! we've been living with my parents for the last couple months just to get on our feet before we found a place. welp. we found one. We got ourselves a fancy little 5x5 cubicle. it's literally perfect. not sure how we're gonna fit in it.. but i figure anywhere husband is is where i want to be and i can be happy. that early struggle makes for a strong relationship, true or false??
4. looks like I'm getting a Prius. i'm bout to be one of "those" people. who are "those" people anyway? cuz like that's a weird phrase to describe people that probably aren't really all that bad and shouldn't be stereotyped in such a way. i mean, they're just trying to save the planet.. even if it's really the cows that are killing the planet. my dad told me that. allegedly, a cow's fart can be pretty lethal to the ozone.. what an awkward rant that was..
5. happily in love with husband, peanut butter, and the fact that my birthday is a few days! my birthday is easily my favorite day of the year. i don't even care what i do on my birthday. i just want everyone to know it's my birthday, i'm the queen, and i want a good piece of my dad's homemade Sting of Bee cake. nomnom.
5. happily in love with husband, peanut butter, and the fact that my birthday is a few days! my birthday is easily my favorite day of the year. i don't even care what i do on my birthday. i just want everyone to know it's my birthday, i'm the queen, and i want a good piece of my dad's homemade Sting of Bee cake. nomnom.

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