Confessions ~ Usher (Volume 13)

I would just like to take a moment to say that I think I make the best scrambled eggs. The end.

Sometimes, I think I would like to take on a third job, just so I can develop a budget solely devoted to buying all of the spring flowers available at the florist and constantly have fresh tulips and hyacinths at home and work. Tulips = love.

And now some random links:

What a sweet little girl! 

This, in fact, made my cold, dead heart come perilously close to breaking with the absolute sweetness of it: Who knew that kids reading to cats could be so ridiculously wonderful? 

A clown-themed motel is my idea of the worst place to stay ever, but the Yelp reviews are priceless. 

Subscription services seem like just the best thing ever. For starters, they come via the postal service, and mail is my favorite thing ever. Unfortunately, such awesomeness is entirely not in my budget. Here are the ones, I am most fond of: 

Not Another BillBirchbox and/or Ipsy for boxes of beauty sample goodness, QuarterlyNicely Noted