I bought a big new red suitcase over the weekend in preparation for NYC. I resisted buying an equally fruity luggage tag out of fear of it being a bit excessive, but now regret it, as my MO is to make sure no one hauls off with my suitcase at the airport, and the red color and polka-dotted luggage tag could have jointly assured that.
I enjoy having my very own special mug. I'm not talking about my face, I mean my coffee mug, which I use for tea in the evenings before hitting the hay. It's like a big, warm hug.
At some point you lose your interest in certain things, just as certain people become less interesting. An apt cue to move on.
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