I realised I hadn’t posted my photos from last week. Here they are, a little late. Because I can. …
I like snow. When it’s falling outside my window, lit by street lamps and I’m inside, curled up with a book and hot chocolate, I love snow. When I’m out in snow being pulled backwards and neither eight years old nor on a sled, I turn into a bitch. We went out to run Christmas/birthday errands on Saturday, before heading to a Christmas party. We got two feet away from the front door and my front wheels caught some gray…
I’m sitting here in my pajamas and robe writing this in a notebook as Sarge makes us breakfast. It is 3.30 and life is good. I’ve been thinking that thought since Thursday. It’s been going through my head like a mantra. I’m sitting here on Friday night eating Chinese food and watching The Golden Girls reruns. And life is good. We’re trudging through snow tracks on Saturday on the hunt for cake and hot chocolate, and life is good. …
The American in me wants to have pumpkin pie later on today and cold turkey sandwiches tomorrow. I am the kind of person who believes thanks aren’t just for Thanksgiving. But in the spirit of the day, I’m going to share what I am thankful for this year. My list every year is quite simple. It doesn’t take much to make me happy, and I’m appreciative of what I have every day of the year. That being said, these things…
