Let's talk about things you see on, let's say, Instagram that you don't necessarily find to be all that true for a moment. Take the #whatsinmybag trend that Sarah so hilariously explained here, for example. Who are these women and why are the insides of their purses so immaculate?

So, then I went and mangled through the monstrosity I refer to as my purse and my hand brushed against a melted, flattened, smooshed Snickers and realized I'm playing in a completely different ball field than these other chicks over here. Let's take a gander, shall we?
Three: the number of koozies I have in my bag. Why? I like to party, I guess.

Bottom right corner would be the compilation of garbage just hanging out in my bag. Minus the Monopoly scratch off... that's worth $5.

Don't forget the melted Snickers and questionable dinner mint.

Also, like Sarah, I have a spare iPhone case and no idea why that's necessary.

And then there's the 90's Nokia that clearly doesn't work, but if it did I'd be all over Snake. All day, erry day. What can I say? I'm one nostalgic little peach.



An empty birth control pack. Because that's definitely something I need to save.

Then we have Advil (For hangovers, duh.) and my little pill case I put my vitamins in (because I'm old now and it's the responsible thing to do).

Donald Duck over there is a Disney annual pass holder, except for it's empty because my pass is in my wallet. So, really that's more garbage.

A memory card, for when I take pictures with my purse. Or not.

A Big Ben condom from Scotland... which was a gift from bear.... which is ironically placed next to the empty birth control pack in this photo. I wish I could say I purposely did that.

Eyeball juice. Because my eyeballs hate me.

Matches... because I like free stuff.

A USB plug. With nothing connected. You never know.

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I'm currently sitting at my desk, chowing down on leftover skinny chicken pot pie I made bear and I for dinner last night, compliments of the brilliant Kelly from Eat Yourself Skinny. If you want to impress your man's tastebuds, go ahead and make this delightfully non-fatty meal for dinner tonight. Thank me later, I know you will be. Hashtag omnom. Hashtag someone's getting lucky tonight. Hashtag heyyoo.

Yesterday after work I went straight to bear's to help him finish moving out of his apartment. We ended up moving until about 10 at night which, if you've ever moved in your life (who hasn't), you know is just relentless and horrible. Speaking of moving, I just renewed my lease at the Princess Palace for another year. Can we talk about how absolutely insane it is that I've already been there almost a year? I feel like I was just getting the keys and signing my life away to a lease I was 110% unsure how I was going to afford. Somehow I've made it work for an entire year so, that's pretty neat-o. Two for you, Whit Coco. You budget diva, you.

It's actually kind of crazy, now that I'm sitting down thinking about it. A year ago I was in pretty rough shape. I was staying at my parent's house more than I was at my own townhouse because I was growing to hate the person I was living with so much. (That person was the douche canoe featured in this post, if you need to be caught up to date.) My heart was in a constant state of denial, trying to make something work that just kept getting worse. I was broken and constantly hurting.

Never in my life could I have predicted that just one year after I wrote this insanely vague post, which followed one of the worst weekends I've ever experienced, I'd be happier and more over the moon than I've ever experienced in my life. With my best friend, to boot. Well played, life. Well freakin played. I don't hatecha.

I asked bear if he thought a year ago, when he was moving into the apartment we just moved him out of, that I would be the one next to him, loading his lamps into the back of my little SUV. He told me he figured he'd still be single and never expected to be in a relationship at this point in his life. Especially with me, of all people, but he's so glad he was wrong in that prediction.

It's still sinking in that this is real life and no amount of pinches are going to wake me up from it.


On a complete, and last, side note. Blogging is, if nothing else, so insanely awesome because I just got to sit here and relive exactly where I was in my life a year ago and realize just how amazing things are right now, in this moment. I feel really lucky.

I also don't know how this post about chicken pot pie ended up turning into a sapfest but whatever, I was just rolling with it. The me from a year ago would have just barfed all over this post.