Today I woke up with some intense cravings. Not the kind for cheese fries, and believe me I know those cravings, they come quite often for me…No, these cravings were for something so silly and trivial that I feel ridiculous obsessing over them right now. Curtains. I know, right? How anti-climactic. As soon as I said that, I laughed to myself and said, “Oh my gosh, I really am my mother.”
I woke up today to the gray haze of an early morning sunrise. We have these strange cloth-like blinds all over our house. The positive to these blinds: they were already in place when we purchased the home. It was an expense we didn’t have to factor in to our budget. The negative to these blinds: I hate the color. They’re a taupe-y, brown color. Which works for pretty much everyone, except me. I’m a gray-neutral person, not a brown-neutral person. This probably stems from my love of the color black, and my annoyance at the color brown. Anyways, these blinds. While they’re decent at blocking out the direct rays in the window, they don’t cover the entire window. There’s still a small area around the perimeter where sunlight peeks its bright, shining face through to our room. Ergo, my want/craving/desire to add curtains. I feel like such an old, married woman right now. So many girls my age are planning how much water weight they can hope to dispose of before wearing that uber-tight outfit clubbing Saturday night, and I’m getting giddy planning my weekend trip to Pottery Barn. Wow, when did I get so old?
(Lyric title: “What’s My Age Again?” written by Mark Hoppus & Tom DeLonge)
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