Ok, maybe he is. But who cares! Sometimes I have to shove shoes out of the way to get the door open. (True story: my sister Vivi came by today and the stiletto wedged under the door happened to match perfectly with the earrings she came to borrow. #bonus) I do this depression thing where …
I am not an early riser, but at which point I do shake off the anxiety and impending fear of my day ahead, I’m left with one pressing decision. Where will I get my coffee? I don’t always look forward to the birds chirping or the sunlight streaming into the six foot windows bordering the …