there should be a special device in my home that helps get peanut butter off utensils because the dishwasher cannot handle what we are imposing upon it
what in the name of god is going on in "The Leftovers?!"
this year I am not going to plant any tomato or other fruit or vegetable plants only to have them yield one or two tiny gems that make up 1/40th of a salad, and then feel guilty that we are never successful, even though the real reason we are never successful is that it's so shady in our backyard; we can just go to the farmer's market for the love of god (mantra, on repeat)
I am going to put all the laundry away
I am going to plan out our meals for the week
I am going to create a successful writing schedule
I am going to answer all my unanswered text messages
I am going to go shopping all by myself and get all the food we need for the week in a normal-sized grocery store and not have any meltdowns because I won't be faced with the question of whether or not we need a five-pound bag of pitted dates (which, spoiler alert, I did buy at Costco)
