M.I.B. (Men In Beards)

Lately I have found myself going against my vow to never fall in love again. And here, my friends, is the reason why....boys with beards. Sweet Jesus, has there ever been anything as beautiful as a boy with a full-on lumberjack beard? Me thinks not. As of right now I'm praying that the Lord finds it in his will to send this man to my front door. Holy cats. *Cue the swooning* (Shhhhhh..Tom Sean, don't tell your friend)

100% Recycled

I have a serious addiction to paper products. Journals, stationary, notebooks, what have you. Maybe it’s ocd. Maybe not. All I know is, I am physically unable to visit the local discount store without passing through the stationary aisle. The seven journals cluttering my bag just aren’t enough. I..must..have..more. Sometimes it pays off. I once won a prize at a bridal shower because of it. They were playing a game where you received points for items in your bag. They read from a list. “Does anyone have gum?” “Ok, how about a sewing kit?” I knew it was my lucky day when she uttered the word journal. Jackpot. I had 7 and they were ten points a piece. Life was good as I returned home with my prize, a refrigerator magnet with the words, "The circle of friendship is never-ending.” Ah yes, words to live by.