I dropped my bracelet in the toilet.

No, SERIOUSLY. I dropped my bracelet in the toilet.

It slipped off so silently. It didn’t even make a splash. I wasn’t even sure it really happened. Did my bracelet actually just fall in the toilet? But unfortunately it did. I covered my bracelet in soap and scorching hot water so I think it’s good to go. Plus I hadn’t even used the toilet when it fell in so I think I’m safe.

Yep, that about sums up last week. And maybe the week before that. And the week before that.

Someday in my 30s, I’m going to look back at 20-something me and think, man–that girl’s disturbed!

And without further ado, here’s 50 million completely unrelated pictures of grass.

Photography keeps me sane.