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Guess what losers! Ive back to my Icelandic Yogurt phase. I would be lying if it doesn't make me feel like Kim K. Greek yogurt tastes gross and gave us Tommy Lee. 

The man who invented Kinkos gave a speech at my Junior High and one of the questions was “who was the dumbest famous person you’ve met”, and he said “Tommy Lee”. Which has been enough evidence in my life to write off Tommy Lee. I've been watching Pam and Tommy on Hulu, and it makes sense in my brain that she went from Greek to now Julian Assange. It's basically the same journey that has led me to Icelandic Yogurt. 

Today is Valentine's day. People are posting generic instagrams with accompanying flattering photos. Joe made me heart shaped pancakes and cleaned the kitchen. Momo naps next to me. His paw is stretched just enough to be laying on my foot. My house is clean. Not to Joe's standards, but to mine. Momo's water bowl sounds like a baby waterfall in the background. I feel at peace. Deeply loved. I don't have a boss. No demands from the world. 

I know technically Joe is my boss now. But this boss kisses me every morning, and tells me how lucky he is. And I think he actually means it. Im think I'm living Katies 2012 Dream. 

Don't ask me for advice on how to remanufacture this life. I couldn't tell you.