Oh em gee.

Nothing beats mail. But then there’s Erin Condren Mail.

 

And all across America mailpeople {persons?} heard high pitched squeals just after they dropped the packages.

I may have waxed poetic about my previous planner…

Today I toss it like that fake-dater from college. Sayonara sucka. Thanks for the memories. {sike.}

So there’s this:

And this.

And then this.

And now I’ll stop but just one more this:

Quitting now.

THIS.

 

Bitty E said “ooooh what a pretty box.”  KID YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW.

 

I would like to issue a public statement of gratefulness to my sister. It is as follows:

 

Dearest sister-dear,

Thank you for introducing me to the Erin Condren Life Planner.

You were right all along.

I should have trusted that a former elementary school teacher knew what she was talking about when it came to all the cute.

You are an expert at accessorizing both your outfits and your hyper-planning tendencies.

But don’t push it: I still get to groan about how you sit on me and shove your thumbs into my shin bruises.

That smack talk statute of limitations has not yet passed.

Also, this is probably a good time to tell you I still have your jean jacket from college. I’m sure that deep down somewhere you knew it was me who took it out of your closet that time I dropped by your dorm and only your roommate was there.

xoxo and LYLAS,

Holly

p.s…so is it mailpeople or mailpersons? Mailhumans?

p.p.s…so it’s ok for me to keep the jacket, yes?

 

If you’ll excuse me I need to go thumb through the next 18 months, week by week.

And now back to your regularly scheduled gardening blog.