.sigh.

as i was thinking about how many hours i’d worked the past few weeks,

i thought it was funny that my initial thought was,

“ok, x hours… so, that’s about a tank of gas,

rent, jerusalem, and maybe... maybe some groceries.”
the dolla bills already have a place to evaporate to in grownup oblivion

even before i can take in the number on the check.

makes me appreciate the good ‘ol days

of childhood odd jobs and lemonade stands,

when life was simpler, fifty bucks seemed like a lot,

and there was always spare change for a slurpee.

*sigh*

also, remember “never suppress a generous thought”?

oh, the irony.

(i really shouldn’t be too surprised at this point, i guess).

considering that mantra got me in this pickle the first place

i suppose the opposite may be true to get me out of it.

i never thought i’d be in a situation

to intentionally suppress generosity though.

and maybe it’s not so much stifling,

as it is channeling it

to another recipient or outlet.

*sigh*

also, griffin and cambelle.

two of my favorite parts of the week.

from griffin’s classic comments like,

“boy, it’s hot outside.” as he dramatically wipes his brow.

to watching youtube videos of “frozen” with cambelle

while she passive aggressively smiles,

looks at me and says,

“please don’t sing along.”

or when she wanted to play hide and seek

and tried to run into the elevator.

she almost got away with it too.

 .grelfies (selfies w/ griffin) // "let's take a picture with our bottles, liza." // trying to shovel snow off the trampoline. // "grif, how's it goin trying to shovel snow off the tramp?".

."i'm a pretzel walrus!".
(i would post more pictures of cambelle if she wasn't always using my phone when i'm with her)

aren't they the cutest?

*sigh*