For years I have been affectionately teased for my love of notebooks and stationary. Which is FINE, families gonna fam, I dish out all that I take, rest assured.
But an hour ago Jupiter was like, “You know, I really want to start cooking, and have a notebook where I put recipes,” and I was on it like white on rice. Here, want to check out my blank notebook collection and pick one? They did. Want to use my corner cutter to round all the corners? They did. Want to use my rainbow of index cards and specialized hole punch to make colored notes for your sections? Want this cute food-themed washi tape? Want me to write up tonight’s soup recipe? YES!
They were just standing at the kitchen table, putting their notebook together using all my stuff, and they’re like, “Mom! This is so cool! You’re so magical!” And I’m standing there with the gazillion-watt glow of my decades-long niche nerdy obsession saving the day, and being loudly recognized and appreciated about it. 😂
