I’m a week into being twenty five and I can tell you that I’ve become so wise in this week of my mid-twenties.
Not actually true at all. I just want to type a little bit, and there’s a lot of things in my head- so welcome to today’s blog. Actually, this is just going to be a giant bitch fest because all of our lives kind of suck, so let’s all bask in the suckage together. That way, we can start tomorrow FR3$#.
First, today I ruined my white jeans. I was sitting criss-cross-applesauce in my desk chair, just writing my 14th to-do list of the day, and apparently I’ve become queen of the butterfingers because the next thing I know I’ve got two giant black marks on my white jeans. Cool world. Cruel.
Second, since I complain about money all the time, let’s continue. I think that I have an addiction to Fuzzy’s Tacos. Today, one of the lovely ladies on the sales floor says that the Des Moines and the Ames Fuzzy’s stores are #13 and #14 in the entire country. You’re welcome. I think that I am single-handedly keeping this place open. I eat there at least four days a week. So much for trying to save up money for the baby.
Third, calm down world. We are not having a baby right now. Dylan and I have been budgeting for 2017 to work towards a couple of S.M.A.R.T. goals so that when we do intend to start a family, we won’t be too far in debt that we can’t buy diapers. I mean, I know I’m going to be paying for school loans for the rest of my life, but at least we can buy our baby all the clearanced CIRCO at Target.
Fourth, still on the topic of money, flying from Des Moines is expensive. It’s a small airport, so there’s not a lot of options, I suppose! That’s literally the last part of our entire wedding that we need to pay for, and we just haven’t pulled the trigger… I guess it may be one of the most important parts of the wedding, because we kind of need to get there. Although we did discuss just renting a coach bus and getting everyone to drive the entire way…
Fifth, I need a puppy. Two weeks ago Furry Friends Refuge in Des Moines had a puggle mix litter that needed to be rescued. For the first time in the entire four years of our relationship, Dylan said yes. He told me to go get one, without even hesitating. I told him we needed to really think about it, and wanted to decide if we wanted to risk breaking the rules in our apartment. Friday passed and there was three puppies left. Dylan and I were thinking about going on Saturday and taking one of them home. We ultimately decided not to, and when I got the update that they were all adopted, I cried. I cried, and cried, and cried. My mom says “wait until after the wedding”. My brain says “do not break apartment rules”. My heart though, my heart adopts puppies every three minutes.
Sixth, and lastly, I think I’m bipolar. On Sunday I threatened Dylan to break off the wedding while we were driving to the middle of nowhere town in Iowa because of his driving. Within ten minutes I had cried about how much I loved him. Then I ignored him for a solid twenty minutes because he got mad at me that I didn’t buy him pizza. I know that this is a hormonal thing, but I’m nuts.
I have some blogs coming up recently that do have actual content and a purpose, but today I just felt like I needed to write, so that’s what I did. Happy Tuesday friends.