I need to get to Italy. Seriously, I need to get there… Until my body gets there again my mind will be wrapped up in Under The Tuscan Sun. (And this time I will finish the book!)
The thought of taking down the Christmas tree is too daunting. I’m wondering how long I can get away with leaving it up…
There is still a lot of good in the world.
It’s (relatively) cold out. I’m already looking forward to the summer. Maybe not July and August, but definitely May. And you know in August I’ll be praying for December to come.
Being sick is so boring. Although I kind of like the raspiness of my voice.
While YouTube is a great and entertaining thing…some people need to lay off.
Will Sami ever not feel the need to get right up in my face… all the time?
So someone told Beau that with the new year he is turning 6. Yes, he’s turning 6… in 7 months. Of course he thinks he’s turning 6 in a matter of days. And everyday I explain to him 7 months is 200 days away. It’s awesome.
Awkward is when you are on the phone with someone you have a business relationship with and they tell you they got “intimate” tattoos with their wife on their honeymoon last weekend. What exactly do you say to that?
Football is not going as planned tonight…
On the other hand a night of mermaid-drawing and singing teens in Miami is going as planned.
2013 is going to be a great year. I’m not doing any formal resolving…but I will drink more water.
And with that I’m signing off to supervise mermaid cutting-out. On my bed. Even though Beau just exclaimed “I know how to cut. I’m in kindergarten.”