not my driver's license, friends, no--not that. my license to be 29. one day into a new year, a new age, and
this is what i bought with my hard-earned money.
a big, green, froggy humidifier. i've been wanting this since last year when i discovered the cold, dry colorado air and i don't get along. i wanted this humidifier then, i wanted it badly, but it was in the $40 range, and while i am a weirdo i am also a cheap weirdo. instead of buying it, i bought a perfectly reasonable, practical, inexpensive bean-shaped thing. while it does the job it also sounds like a jet plane and
is not a green frog. then! one day, poking through the wonders at target i ran into my green frog again. this time, it was marked down. way down. like almost 50% marked down! you think the next part of this story is going to be "i pulled out my wallet and bought it right then," don't you? you'd be wrong. i made myself wait three whole days, to see if i really did want it, then ran back to the store where i swept my green prince off his feet and into my home. he's adorable, he's humidifying the air, and i am a happy girl.
i also figured while i was there, since i'm obviously starting off 29 on a very adolescent note, i'd buy the
panic! at the disco album i wanted. yes, they are teenage boys singing earnestly about girls and writing song titles that border on novellas, but i can't help it. there is something deeply satisfying to me about singing along to their songs, and what the hell? i bought a green frog humidifier today. 29 is great and all, but if it can't respect my desire to indulge in my inner teenager, then it can kiss my ass.
not my driver's license, friends, no--not that. my license to be 29. one day into a new year, a new age, and this is what i bought with my hard-earned money. a big, green, froggy humidifier. i've been wanting this since last year when i discovered the cold, dry colorado air and i don't get along. i wanted this humidifier then, i wanted it badly, but it was in the $40 range, and while i am a weirdo i am also a cheap weirdo. instead of buying it, i bought a perfectly reasonable, practical, inexpensive bean-shaped thing. while it does the job it also sounds like a jet plane and is not a green frog. then! one day, poking through the wonders at target i ran into my green frog again. this time, it was marked down. way down. like almost 50% marked down! you think the next part of this story is going to be "i pulled out my wallet and bought it right then," don't you? you'd be wrong. i made myself wait three whole days, to see if i really did want it, then ran back to the store where i swept my green prince off his feet and into my home. he's adorable, he's humidifying the air, and i am a happy girl.
i also figured while i was there, since i'm obviously starting off 29 on a very adolescent note, i'd buy the panic! at the disco album i wanted. yes, they are teenage boys singing earnestly about girls and writing song titles that border on novellas, but i can't help it. there is something deeply satisfying to me about singing along to their songs, and what the hell? i bought a green frog humidifier today. 29 is great and all, but if it can't respect my desire to indulge in my inner teenager, then it can kiss my ass.
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