Miscellanious

Today my Zupa's drink cup told me that I'm not picky, I'm selective.
So, I thought about that for a hot second and was like, "Yeah! Yeah, that's exactly what I am."

My mother would probably disagree, but I don't care. The fact is, I just know what I like, and most of the time I have to make decisions according to what I'm feeling. SELECTIVE.

It's like the song says, "there's gotta be something better than in the middle". There is. SELECTIVENESS.

Also... I'd like to take a moment to send a message out there to all the raisins in the world, particularly the ones in my delicious trail mix.

Dear Raisins,
You're cramping my style. I hate you. You're mushy and gross. Please leave my trail mix alone.

Love, Raechel

And last, but definitely not least, look at my little Jane!!!! (or at least, I wish she was mine...)

She's going in for heart surgery #2 next month. Bless her heart. Her cute little face would make any woman's uterus hurt.

That's all for now.