And it is misty in New York. My hair is in that special place between middle school frizz level and normal frizz level that just makes me feel highly judged. I wanted to take a picture to show you how unappealing New York is today, but my phone is full.
So instead, I’ll give you these bright tulips by the Natural History Museum on the Upper West Side. I have practically no plans this weekend–so I’m going to take it nice and easy and probably indulge myself by ordering takeout and having it delivered.
Hello? I Forgot My Mantra. 