The night before the first day of school. Didn't this used to be exciting? Didn't it - once upon a time - involve elaborately planned outfits and freshly filled pencil cases?
I'm celebrating the night before the first day of school by washing my sheets (mmm clean, flannel sheets!), drinking tea (apple cinnamon spice), and watching Food, Inc. on Netflix streaming. (It's very good. And horrifying. Watch it.)
This does not seem a proper celebration.
And yet... I feel like it's a pretty awesome way to spend a Tuesday night...
“Am I not a man and a brother?”
4 weeks ago