Breathe in

I love my Nanna. I spend a lot of time with her and know all her little quirks and habits. I love her even more for her little eccentricities. She does this thing where she uses the word 'variety' in the wrong context, for example - she would buy this particular brand of biscuits and be telling me about them and describe them as being a 'nice variety' I mean what does that even mean? Or, I would have a pile of mess in the corner of my room and she would say something like "Do you plan on keeping that variety there Minna?". It doesn't really make sense to me but she always says it and I love it and lately I have kind of adopted it. Above is a REAL variety of photographs, I can't believe how long my hair used to be! Can you see the smiley face we made out of the pizza? That can be like a Where's Wally for you my dear reader.

I had all this stuff in my head and this post was going to be me complaining about that I paid for a one hour service to get these photos developed and it took the guy almost two hours and about how incompetent the staff at Officeworks are but I just don't have the energy. It's true what those natural healers or whoever say, it really does take a lot more energy to be angry than it does to just kind of let it go and be content. Breathe out!