Happy Sunday

OMG, I'm actually early on my PostSecret this week. Exceeeeeept I'm pretty sure my blog could be qualified as a PostSecret fan site judging on the frequency of PostSecret posts and lack of non-PostSecret posts. I should get a life. But first, enjoy my favorite things about other people's lives:

I love when people flash their highbeams to warn me about police. It's like a secret code that will eventually turn into a revolution against the law. But for now, we just stick it to the man.

I'm not sure a gift of a cheese grater is ever a good decision. But I guess if someone gave me one for Valentine's Day, and it wasn't an adorable inside joke, I'd take it as a sign to move on, which can be an even better gift in itself.

Okay, now. First of all, jumping on Oprah's couch, although reserved for crazy Scientologists, is an act of celebration. Second of all, using your vibrator means you have an inactive social life. In conclusion, what are you celebrating? Duracell AAs?

My secret of the week:

I miss gorcery shopping with my mom.

text me.