Happy Things

So today has been a good day so far… everything that rolled over from yesterday is pretty kosher. I started my own phone plan at AT&T after a shitty time at Verizon . Side story- Mr. Sales Associate either had bad allergies or MERS and was sneezing all up in my space, and then he was putting his hands in his mouth, chewing on his fingernails and spitting them out at the computer. He proceeded to announce that ‘shit, we have a problem’ and after making me wait andt talking for an hour at 8:30 pm, told me he couldn’t help me until the 30^th.  Nope. BYEEEE.-  So I left and went to AT&T and they gave me a really affordable deal, and I got my new phone for a very nice discount. Win. I bought some fun cases and chargers for said new phone, and also a clavicle brace for my horrific posture. Hopefully it helps.

It’s warm, but not hot and muggy out today, so that’s a plus. Since it is one of my better days, I’m going to share some things that make my happy. (note: I’ve adopted a coworkers phrase ‘squeee’ instead of ‘woop’ or ‘woot woot’ as my excited sound. Pronounced skwee.) All of my happy things that I am about to list deserve a nice ‘squeeeee’ in my book.  

Succulent plants

They are pretty and don’t take much effort to be kept alive. I have a fairly large black thumb and there has yet to be an instance that I haven’t killed a plant. I had little air plants that I over watered and gave them root rot- poor things. I vowed to keep this latest succulent bunch alive. Knock on wood...

Flowers

I absolutely love flowers. All flowers, but especially hydrangeas and carnations. I love the way they look, I love the way they smell. I can keep bouquets alive longer than potted plants … go figure. But cut flowers are such a waste of money. The inner turmoil is tough to deal with.

Nail polish

The amount of nail polish I currently own is absurd. I don’t know the number, but the boxes I’ve kept them in over the years have increased significantly in size... to the point where I'm getting a rack for them all. When I ‘wiped out’ and shattered my foot last summer my depression had taken over and the only thing that I could do statically was paint my nails. I would paint them a new color every day, and then spend the night picking it off to start fresh the next morning. It was ridiculous. I’ve since curbed my addiction to once a week, usually on Sunday nights, but there’s still that urge to purchase a new color (even though I’m certain that I have ever color ever made) when I’m at the store. (this photo isn't mine, but mine is just as full)

Pretty bedroom sets

I absolutely adore bedrooms. When you share a house with other people, you can always escape to the one place that is specifically designated to you and your crap. I find looking at bedding and furniture completely enthralling because I love the idea of being in a personal oasis  amongst my daily chaos. I will get a fancy french set one day. It will happen.