Had a good if hectic week - we had a bunch of job talks in our department (luckily the next one wraps up this week).
So here's the thing. I love my stove tea kettle. My first kettle was one of those old blue granite wear teakettles (looked exactly like this) I adored it. I used it often, all the way through college. It was too big, but still was a great pop of color sitting on my stove. Sadly I left too much water in it and it rusted. But I've always liked kettles with bursts of color. My next one was green. And the next one I wanted was red.
I should have taken it as a sign when I came back from a trip, my tea kettle having been dissolved by Daria while I was gone, and the two of them had gone out and chosen a WHITE kettle for me.
White, so it blended into the stove. White, the most boring color. Nothing to excite the eye.
Oh, it's not a big thing. I don't blame myself for seeing it as a sign, but seriously, someone who had lived with me for 10 years at that point, and someone who claimed to be my best friend? they should've had a fucking clue.
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