A few months ago I discovered a little gem that has made my life complete. Okay, I am being a bit dramatic... but seriously I have a literal, probably unhealthy, obsession with How I Met Your Mother. Watching season after season I have discovered many things about myself. It's true T.V. is both educational and insightful.
1. I do not get out enough. I wish I had a hangout like Maclaren's where my friends and I would go to meet up, sit, and chat over our day. Challenge excepted!
2. Even though I have the MOST amazing friends in the world, read about the girls here, I want friends like Marshall, Lily, Robin, Ted, and Barney.
3. I am the Lily Aldrin in this sitcom that is my life!
Oh secrets... For those of you who do not know me, personally, I truly have the best of intentions with this one. However, when I am asked to keep a secret it's like pulling the pin on an old hand grenade just to see what it will do.
I'm very easily overly excited. Emotions are not something that I am good at containing or if I'm really being honest I typically don't contain.
Darn my completely adorable face! Over the years I've "attempted" to master the art of filtering. My mouth has partially embraced this concept however, my face is a bit remedial. I am incapable of hiding my thoughts or emotions because my face is a dead giveaway. I have the most vast array of facial expressions.
I've never met a sweet that I didn't like and that didn't like me. Enough said.
So this one isn't fully true. I'm
rarely never the smartest person in the room but oh dear heart, I sure feel this way sometimes.
In my world my birthday is a national holiday complete with parade and a full brigade of birthday festivities. Yes I do wear a tiara and I'm not afraid to call someone out for not wishing me a happy birthday. You have been warned.
Food can fix any problem. Cookie dough is the perfect mortar to fix hurt feelings. Remember I said I wasn't very good at hiding my emotions? Yea well, my feelings get hurt easily and when they do my world crumbles and I require an ugly cry session in the floor of my closet. Good news... I have about a two second rebound rate.
Lastly, I'm not afraid to toot my own horn. Bad quality? Nah, I think a little self confidence and vanity is good for the soul.