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School supplies = Happy heart.

I purchased flowers for myself this week. That’s a lie. They weren't flowers. Do I strike you as a flowers loving type of girl? It was the equivalent of flowers. For you creepers who have had the opportunity to interact with me in real life you know I’m a little abstract random. It’s typical to catch me singing sporadically, laughing too loudly, or referencing a really bad television show. (Y’all know you watch Honey Boo Boo and Uncle Si)

With that said, I enjoy “school.” Well, I guess I’m not in school any longer so I just enjoy the supplies. Word on the street is that this is completely normal.

Be still my school supplies loving heart.

Here’s the deal. I spent 2.5 weeks on a Tour de South and life is overwhelming when you’re trying to regain your sense of normalcy after a trip. This isn’t a pitty party – it’s factual.

So, yesterday on my way to the office my heart spotted Staples. It sang to me (in a Mariah Carey tune). Yes, my heart sang to me of sharpie pens, notebooks, sticky notes and pretty dividers. My heart took the wheel making a dramatic left turn into the parking lot.

My brain, confused, obliged.

I left with $50 (Shout out to Christmas money!) in Martha Stewart office supplies in a beautiful shade of Tiffany’s blue.

Honestly, I don’t even know what I’m going to do with my new notebook. My heart doesn’t care. It just knows it’s happy and that’s all that matters.

*Martha Stewart doesn’t know about this post. If she did she’d probably send me a few free samples. (hint, Martha.) Or, she’d take me under her wing like she did Blake Lively and plan our wedding. Probably.

Put it on the list, please.

Dude, where's my phone?