taking a nice bouquet over to my neighbor emily. earlier this year she brought me muffins (they were great) and a nice “it was good to meet you!” note. neither emily nor i own the houses we’re living in. but we are exchanging neighbor gifts. because we are the whitest girls alive.
i have stationary. i tied jute on a mason jar. i have this nice ass camera that i don’t know how to use. i’m like one bad relationship away from becoming a parent-funded wedding planner with a pinterest empire.