26.

One of my favorite bloggers once wrote about how girls are crazy until they turn 26. She went on to talk about how foolish she was with guys before 26, and how she did things like call 18 times in a row, drive by his home at crazy times in the night, and whole lot of other things that made her straight up cray. She didn't only talk about the crazy things she did because of guys, but those were the most memorable. 


Well, I'm 26 and am I still crazy? Don't answer that. 
Without getting into my foolish moments over guys, (we all have them....you too guys) I am proud to say that over half of the things she admitted to doing I NEVER HAVE, but that's ok I'm not judging. Had she not been a bit nutty over a dude I would not have had such an entertaining read. I'm sure he was a proper a-hole, too. (The absolute worse kind.) But really, as unfortunate as those tales are they really do sometimes turn into beautiful, beautiful art.....just ask Adele. 


Back to the 26-club. Am I crazy? I guess it depends who you ask. For my birthday I jumped out of a plane. I also got overly excited on Black Friday when I purchased a Pyrex set that took up the majority of my cabinet space in my tiny kitch. I know, I know...I probably (aka absolutely) do not need that much Pyrex, but oh....it makes me happy. AND I don't care what anyone says - having an abundance of Pyrex is sexy. (Or Lock-n-Lock.) I also get this stupid grin on my face when I see my stainless steel stock-pot. Yes, I know how that sounds. I can't help it - I like home goods! 


Maybe girls are crazy until they turn 26, and after that they turn into.... well I don't know what it's called, but I see myself going through it right now. Hmmmmm.

~ A Charlie Gal

p.s. My apologies for the rando post. I'm trying to stick to the goal I set yesterday and didn't have the energy to get into the good. Blame Leandro and his Brazilian Butt Lift. Dah.