consider this popsicle stand blown
I have about fourteen thousand things to do between now and when my lovely man gives me a ride to the airport, so I can get out of town for a couple days.
Most annoying task on the list: driving 40 minutes round trip just to retrieve my forgotten cell phone. I fantasize about whistling for it, and it sprouting wings and (somehow escaping my locked office) and flying its way into my hands. Although then the phone would be more like a pet than a phone, which is weird. Oh my god! Remember Tamagotchi? That is so totally going to be the hipster retro accessory, when we start revisiting the late 90s as fashion cue.
None of this is getting my chores done. I think I’m going to go back to bed for a minute.
Thanks for the adjective!
xoxo