But, my face is usually happy. Maybe it's the endorphins. Maybe it's the beer. Maybe it's because I choose to surround myself with ridiculous people. Either way, I'm a content gal, living in the city with her tomato plant.
[Life Update: The weather and some asshole squirrel have killed my tomato plant. So I'm going it alone for now. Considering some parsley/basil/thyme to fill the void.]
ANYWAY, I have a healthy gym/bar life balance, a knack for baking like my grandma, and I'm at a life stage where I'd rather spend my money on food than clothes.