It is Friday (a.k.a. my brain no want to thinky no mo’).
Despite my friedness on this Friday, I did want today’s blog to be a recommendation for any of you who have a little time to kill this weekend and have access to Netflix. Watch:
I initially put this on my instant queue a few weeks ago under the assumption that it was a documentary that I could relate to. The name led me to believe that it was a documentary about the trials and tribulations of small chested women. Women with A and B cups dealing with day-to-day life and the heartache of frequenting ladies’ nights at their local bars only to be rejected by men and have to ultimately pay for their own drinks.
I realized though, just a few minutes into this documentary, that Christopher Smith (the director and narrator of the film) was not a small chested woman at all, but in fact, a 30 year old man who decides to settle down, buy some land and build a teeny tiny house. I won’t give away the rest of the documentary, or else why would you want to watch this flick? Right?
This documentary really got me interested and slightly intrigued with the idea of living in a small house. Picturing me and my husband, our dog and cat, mortgage-free in a 150 square foot space. Living simply and having the entire outdoors as our living room.
Then I started thinking about the whole “toilet” situation.
More importantly the whole “what happens on the toilet” situation.
Most importantly the whole “what happens when my husband is using the toilet” situation.
Then the idea of sharing a 150 square foot space with my hubby lost all of its allure.
Ultimately, I DID really fall in love with the aspect of living more simply. It has inspired me to start sorting through all of my clutter and “stuff” and stripping down my life to just the items I love and need.
Seriously, check out this documentary and let me know what you think.
See you tomorrow for an all new blog in my #93daysofblogging this summer challenge!
Just look at how excited this baby is about my challenge
This baby “memes” business (c’mon, now that is an adorable joke),