I just got back from a walk to the Post Office and only have one thing to say: lilacs.*

*I hope my excitement for spring flowers does not jinx anything weatherwise speaking.

This would never happen while watching Rock of Love.

Pancakes, they're not just for breakfast anymore.

Usually, painting is a chore that I don't like. It's messy, takes all kinds of prep and always ends up being a bigger job than planned for. Don't get me wrong, I love a fresh coat of paint whether it's just a clean white or some deep vibrant red, I just don't like doing it.

However, there are times when watching someone else paint can be just

May I please have my hour back?

I ate the food I had intended for lunch for breakfast.

So lunch today consists of a blackberry/blueberry smoothie and two Godiva truffles.

I finally got to wear my new shoes for my indoor cycling class. It made such a difference. I can already feel it in my hamstrings. I know I won’t be able to walk tomorrow. Awesome.

My checkbook is usually balanced to the penny. This comes from having a father with a slight gambling problem. Tonight, though, I was $15.25 off. I think I know ( Read more... )

This morning, downtown Seattle smelled liked burned toast.

I just walked past the big S.L.U.T. party at Westlake. Purple SLUTs!!

Tomato bisque soup is delicious.

I hate almost every item of clothing I own.

I have a terrible case of work disinterest disorder today.

I have plans to spend the weekend with a very special man.

I have flannel sheets on the bed and treats in the frig, I hope it snows all day.

rabbit rabbit

Today must be National "Drive 7 Miles Under The Speed Limit Day" and I wasn't told.
Doing errands, I forgot to pack my patience, so spent much of the time banging my head against the steering wheel, wishing for all the world that Ford sold an optional hood mounted flame thrower I could buy.