"Such a bad idea" is all that we (JMS & myself LUS) can say over and over. But, somehow, we can’t stop it from persisting in thinking it. What if we bought a house and opened a restaurant behind it? What if we did that? For someone as risk-averse as myself, just THINKING this way goes against everything I hold dear. I take pleasure in the small things. Things like putting the big fluffy down comforter on the bed when it turns really cold, the sound of the dog snorting accidentally, the perfect latte, when my favorite crappy song comes on the radio right when I get in the car, etc. My world is made up of microthrills. I recently bought a water bottle that, I swear to god, makes me happy Every. Time. I. Look. At. It. (It’s a s’well brand water bottle and despite the insane price tag, I love it SO SO MUCH. It keeps things cold for 24 hours or hot for 8 and it’s leakproof and just awesome in every way! JMS even said "I wish I had bought you that because it gives you so much pleasure I’d like to know I did that". But I’m a Beyonce-powered woman who buys her own damn neon pink water bottles, thank you very much.)
Anyway.
We wanna open a restaurant. How insanely dumb is that? It’s so dumb my husband has a book he will never write titled “No, You Don’t Want to Open that Restaurant”. And yet … apparently there’s a sequel titled “La La La, I Can’t Hear You and Didn’t Read Your Stupid Book” and we own it and have dog-eared the heck out of it.
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