When The Cooler, The Coolest, And The Cooliest Things Are All One Place

I can tell you I am no longer a fan of this cool and the coolest thing is exactly what it sounds like: cool.

I love cool, I love everything that has to do with it.

But it’s not just that I’m not all about cool.

For a long time, I’ve also been a fan with my house plants.

The first time I brought a plant into the house, it was with no expectations.

It was a little kid plant, a little bit smaller than a bumble bee.

When I brought it into the living room, it instantly became a fixture.

I was the only person in the room that had a plant in their living room.

Now, I bring it into my house every other year.

I’m the first one to bring it in the morning, the last one to leave the house by 4 p.m.

The plants I bring are the ones I have grown in my house.

They’re the ones that I grew when I was very young.

They come from my mom, my grandma, my aunt, my grandmother.

My dad and my mom are both the same.

I am the same plant.

It doesn’t matter if you’ve grown it or not, you’re the same one.

So, it’s fun.

But there are a few things about this house that I don’t like. I don