I have had a hunch about this ever since I lived in Austin, but over the past few weeks my suspicions have been confirmed:
A quirky guy–presumably a former English or philosophy, perhaps Religious Studies, major–surrounded by produce at the farmers’ market, potentially wearing flannel of the urban cowboy (not Seattle grunge) variety and maybe sporting a stubbly beard and nerdy classes.
[Sigh. Swoon. Etc.]
Now, if that guy also happens to have his truck parked outside with his guitar sitting on the passenger seat?
Well, then you can stop the clock, because the game is OVER.
Speaking of produce, I swore to myself–for reasons I still cannot really explain, but probably have to do with the insatiable way in which I rapidly consume them—that I wasn’t going to buy any more watermelon this season.
Resistance is futile.
I do have grand ambitions of finally catching up on Pretty Little Liars, or watching the new season of Arrested Development on Netflix.
But there is just something about
Aunt Becky Lori Loughlin tracking down burglars at garage sales and other movies of similar repute that are way too addicting for a divergence from this new norm.
You might think my next confession is how ashamed I am at the number of diet soda cans I’ve accumulated since I began my PhD program.
The first lower body circuit seemed like no big deal…until 36 hours later when I thought I may never be able to walk up or down stairs ever again.
….just to look at how pretty the pictures look on the wide screen.
Except when it comes to watermelon, I guess. I have proven to be very good at committing to that.