There's a voice in the back of my head (No, not a crazy one ~ Just a grown up one). It tells me to choose vegetables over brownies, to do the laundry and wash the dishes. Generally I appreciate the maturity and responsiblity it provides.
But that grown up voice seriously crossed a line when I saw, and immediately fell in love with, a teapot. "It's too busy and colorful" the voice said. "It would look silly on a table set with your grandmother's classic (read: plain) china. It's ridiculous."
So you know what I told that grown up voice? I told her to mind her business, and I went straight home to make tea in my new pot. And just so that grown up knows her place, I sat right down and read a Nancy Drew Mystery.
So there.
