You know the girl.
The one who buys herself whatever she wants.
But especially on a hard day.
Yeah, I'm that girl.
I just love daisies.
They make me smile. Always.
But, especially when they're in MY house, on MY table, in my blue vase that always makes me think of You've Got Mail ("a vase... a vaaaaase?"), they make my smile.
I may not always get what I want, but I'll be damned if I can't buy myself flowers any time I want them.
So, here I am.
With daises on my kitchen table and the smell of clean laundry in my bedroom.
I love it here.
Let the weekend begin.