Do any of you remember that Seinfeld episode from ’97 or something where Kramer plans his millennium party for New Year’s of 2000? And he wants to store all the party crap – like fireworks and, for some reason, folding chairs – at Jerry’s apartment for three years? And then he also brings in a bunch of balloons, and Jerry’s all like, These aren’t gonna stay like that for three years, YOU GOON! And Kramer goes, No, these aren’t for the millennium party, THESE ARE MY EVERYDAY BALLOONS?

It’s one of my favorite lines on any TV show ever (though, truth be told, I have a buttload of favorite quotes from TV shows; it’s an obsession). It’s just the most adorable thing ever: everyday balloons. Such simple joy. Heh. I feel like everyone should have everyday balloons every day. Or at least one everyday balloon. It’d be like a thing. Like coffee in the morning and the iPod in your purse, it’d be random and ordinary but it’d make your day that much better.

Of course not even this here weirdo would walk around with a friggin’ balloon tied to their wrist so today I bought flowers instead. I’m thinking that could be a thing, too, right? Everyday flowers? To always have some in the apartment? Simple joy: done.

(I live in the Netherlands and I buy tulips. I’m EMBRACING THE STEREOTYPE, is what I’m doing.)

What would even be better is OBVIOUSLY everyday snow. But it’s just not meant to be around these parts. Well. It’s actually been snowing on and off for days now but as soon as the flakes hit the ground, they melt. It’s sad.

EVERYDAY BALLOONS. Aw.