
This weekend is being spent with fun in mind. Tonight I will be downtown. Everywhere and anywhere. There's a bunch of people I'm hoping to see and celebrate birthdays with and just being out and having fun before Christmas. I can't wait.
Sunday we've reserved for our last minute gifts that we need to still craft, wrap, etc. And one last time at Hollywood Studios for the spectacle of lights. It's super magical and whimsical. Thousands of twinkling lights dancing to Christmas music and hot chocolate. Yes, please. Anyway, here's some fun (also boring) facts/confessions.
- I always build up Christmas and it usually ends up being a bit of a letdown and I find myself feeling blue.
- Speaking of Christmas, once it's over, I'm done. I don't want to hear or see anything Christmas related.
- I also am not a fan of New Year's. I LOVE the idea, but mine are never stellar.
- I honestly can say I'm not one to hold onto grudges. In the moment, I may say a lot of shit, but I always let it go. Not sure if this is a good or bad thing. It definitely makes it easier to make the same mistake twice. Yikes.
- When I was four I remember always begging my Mom to read to me and help me to learn how to read myself (which she hated because she's loathes reading).
- I change my bedding constantly. I always am finding something I like better or fits my mood in that moment.
- I could be on Etsy and Amazon for hourrrrs at a time. I can also empty my wallet on those two sites. Dangerous!
- When sitting, I'm always indian style or sitting on my legs.
- Last night while exploring the new Fantasy Land, I saw that if Belle was real, she's taller than me (in her house, you see where her parents measured her height from 12mos to 18 yrs). Whoa.
- I don't really have a type; I've dated all types. But the majority have had light hair/light eyes.
Happy Hearts,
Alex
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