It's 2pm on Wednesday and I am shocked by the number of people in this coffeeshop. I'm here because it's my magical bi-weekly half day. Why are the rest of you here? Do you even have jobs?
I wonder the same thing when I read other blogs. I'm currently blog-stalking a girl I knew in high school, and she seems to never actually work. Her life is an endless series of gorgeous photos of charming activities in which she partakes with her family, friends, and dog. How does she have the money to live the way she does? Golfing, wine festivals, trips to Maine, the energy/time to bake. I don't understand.