The house is officially in our possession. We’ve already eaten Chinese takeout and toasted some champagne with friends in lawn chairs in the kitchen. Dogs have peed in the yard already. We’ll be moving in soon.
Everything is in total overwhelming chaos. But it’s great. I like chaos.
I’m not, like, completely silent in the meantime, though. At The Starr Conspiracy, we’ve been working on this fun project called #ShitBretSays. You can read about it on the TSC blog, but here’s an excerpt of last week’s in case you missed it. You can read the full post here.
When all of my things are no longer packed in boxes I forgot to label, I will resurface. Thanks for all of your sweet words, encouragement and badassedness.
This is the excerpt — check it out and give our creative team some props for their work if you think of it.
Every once in a while, I talk to someone who tries to remind me that work is just work. “It’s just a job,” they say. I always nod along halfheartedly, but I don’t agree.
Nobody wants to be that nutjob who says their work is special and it isn’t just a job — that it can’t be.
But that’s how I feel.
I got married about five months ago to the coolest dude this side of the Mississippi (What? I’m in Texas … might as well talk like it). My job takes me away from him somewhere between 35-55 hours a week. I’ve got a pretty cool dog too. His name is Vinny. I like his face.
And some might say that’s a small loss in the scale of things people miss when they’re off working. Some people miss families, some miss monumental moments in their own lives and the lives of their families, some miss deaths and births — all for work.
You can read the rest of the post here.
You can even download the image in different wallpaper formats for your computer, iPhone and iPad. Right?
IMAGE: The killer creative team at The Starr Conspiracy