-Running out of my apartment shoving cake with my bare hands into my mouth for breakfast (no napkin or plate or fork people) only to have this cake crumble all over the floor of the elevator that I am sharing with suited business men as I chomp away. Nice.
-Being so preoccupied trying to finish up this cake before I make it out into the public eye that I slam face fist into the lobby doors, leaving a lip-gloss mark on the glass that may or may not have a crumb stuck to it. Double Nice.
-Always forgetting there is a middle school aged intern at our office and repeatedly being jarred by him upon first glace mistaking him for a freakishly youthful looking adult man in a suit. Scary.
-Said cake. It was the Fatty McFatterson of cakes, but it was worth every embarrassing crumb. Recipe to come.
-The man that hands me the morning paper outside my metro stop. He calls me "super-girl" every morning and really pumps me up for the day. Each day without fail, I either get the "here comes super-giiiiiirl" or "ohhhh she got boots on today yall, work those boots girl!" It has really become the highlight of my mornings.
-The fact that my awkward 80's bangs are FINALLY growing out (shown above in prime awkward stage, Mike can't even bare to look at them).
-This beautiful, mood boosting, glorious sun shiny day we are having in DC. It makes me want to run around in meadows spinning my arms around in a circle while smiling up at the sky like that weird mom from Pete and Pete.
-Singing Karaoke with the boyf for the first time to Montell Jordan's "This is How We Do It." (I really wasn't sure which list this should go under, but better to embrace it, right?)
Congrats on making it to the end of this post if you actually read all of them, you ROCK!