I recently started drinking a gallon of water a day. I saw an article online and thought, huh, I wonder if I can do that.
Don’t judge, you should’ve seen me after I watched Wonder Woman. (Jamie Grace decided to video hers for all the world to see. . . So brave.)
The only difference I’ve noticed: Extra Bathroom Time
The bathrooms in Von Maur are absolutely amazing! There are actual doors on the stalls, along with deep and wide insets for your purse and bags.
And you have your own sink and mirror. There’s also handles on the cabinet for your purse. Ah . . . it’s like your bathroom at home . . . just a bit nicer.
And it got me thinking back to my twenties when I first started “legally” drinking. It was big deal to hold off your first bathroom trip of the night, because once you “broke the seal” you’d have to go constantly.
Not interested in getting a UTI, I never tested the theory since I started my gallon per day trek, but has anyone else heard that saying? And, is it really a thing?
Well, I consulted with Dr. Google, and here’s what she had to say.
One day I’m going to live dangerously and buy two boxes of Raisin Nut Bran. . .
. . . pick out all of the raisin nuts from one box . . .
Not as much work as one would think.
. . . and add it to the other. Hmm, maybe I need to get three boxes of Raisin Nut Bran . . .
Then, WATCH OUT, WORLD!, as I enjoy my awesomely, raisin-nut-full bowl of cereal.
We are not trapped or locked up in these bones. No, no. We are free to change. And love changes us. And if we can love one another, we can break open the sky. ~Walter Mosley
Image by Alexandra Levasseur via INAG
I wrote 243,402 words in 2017!
This my first time calculating a word count for the entire year, so I’m not sure if my total is impressive or not . . . But I’m happy with it.
When I forget my phone at home…
When I forget my book at home…
Sometimes I think the world would be better if there was a zombie apocalypse.
I just started re-watching Dawson’s Creek.
Tell me, are you Team Dawson or Team Pacey?
When you haven’t ordered anything from Amazon but a package arrives with that insta-recognizable half smile logo.
Little-bursts-of-happiness start firing in your brain. Amazon! I have a package from Amazon!
You pick it up, all smiles, because the Amazon Fairies must know you’ve been a good girl.
But . . .
It’s not for you.
Crushing disappointment ensues, but you try to be brave, because, hey, you knew you didn’t have a package coming.
It still hurts, though.
Damn you, Amazon Fairies! Why couldn’t you have sent me something?!