There was a saying in family, which I am sure it is in other families, too, “my house my rules.” Last night was one of those nights I felt that way.
I was replanting plants and starting seedlings on my kitchen counter at 11pm at night while sipping a glass of red wine. Oh, and my dad was sitting in my living room watching the news.
First off, soil inside on the counter? No way. And, at 11 p.m. at night? Yeah, no.
It was definitely one of those, “my house, my rules,” moments of happiness.
What’s something that, to others may seem odd, but makes you happy?