Every morning he sends me a good morning text! There is some variety to the good morning, the words, an added sentiment or not, the way the smiley face is smiling or winking, or the time of morning he sends it. All that makes each morning message unexpected and yet the receipt of has almost become expected. My reply is usually similar, though I tend to use a lot more words . . . Recently, I felt it was time to let him know how I felt about this pattern that was beginning to develop. ♥ Of course, his reply was witty and charming.
Him: Good morning 🙂
Me: You know, I think it’s important in a relationship to keep things fresh – to be cautious of routines that can become boring or get you stuck in a rut or worse, lead to taking each other for granted . . . but I’ll never wish for you to stop telling me good morning.
Him: Ha ha ha ……I was starting to wonder where you were going with this.
It only took me a few minutes to see some similarities!
The results of the poll were 50/50 if you, my awesome readers, would like me to share my YouTube videos here…which basically meant that I had to pull the trigger. Oh, the irony.
It’s been a hard decision, but my heart isn’t into food blogging anymore. I love writing comedy and I love cooking, but I absolutely loathe food photography. It was always hard for me to see these “famous” food blogs get so much press when yes, they had great photos, but what they basically wrote was dribble. “I love oatmeal. Oatmeal is so great. Don’t you love oatmeal?” It made me want to punch someone in the mouth. Over time I realized that the majority of the food blogging audience just wanted to see a pretty photo and scroll down to the recipe because it looked good.
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Not what you might expect!
…the girl who reads knows the importance of plot. She can trace out the demarcations of a prologue and the sharp ridges of a climax. She feels them in her skin. The girl who reads will be patient with an intermission and expedite a denouement. But of all things, the girl who reads knows most the ineluctable significance of an end. She is comfortable with them. She has bid farewell to a thousand heroes with only a twinge of sadness.
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