So it's been raining. All day. And I've been driving. All day. Which means I've had time to think...maybe too much...about too many things:
{brilliant photo above via Made You Blush}Have I told you I'm obsessed with Bikram Yoga? If not, I am.
I want to go on vacation. Like, to the beach. And lay in a hammock. All day.
I want another dog. A bigger dog. A wheaten terrier, named Barley. So I can teach him to hang out the very back window of the 4Runner. (Poppy can't quite figure that one out).
I'm terrified of spiders. But I would probably eat one if I could only have a dishwasher. A real one. Not me. Or C.
C is off to Vegas this weekend. I should be sad. (I am). But, I'm also secretly excited to sit around and do nothing. Except read. And get a pedicure. And organize our closet. And make Christmas decorations. And watch movies...that he would loathe. And go to Bikram Yoga. Everyday. Maybe twice a day. Just kidding...but really, everday. And...go shopping? Hmm...
I want to be Martha Stewart. Not really. I just want to be able to hire all the brilliant people that work under her and make her millions. Yes, that would be nice.
I want to go to Guatemala. And Ethiopia. And love on all the babies and children and people who need love more than anyone else I can think of.
I want to adopt.
I can't wait for Seattle. In December. And sleeping in. Drinking coffee. In Pike Place. The Pike Place. And watching sea planes land in the Sound. And celebrating our bdays.
I sometimes think C is brilliant. Or maybe all the time. You should see (or taste) what he does in the kitchen. And he just makes it up. I mean...come on. I have to follow a dang recipe.
So...yes. Too much time to think. Thank you rain. And windshield wipers. And my job.
Oh, by the way...please remember my good friends in the morning (see post below). Surgery is 7 a.m.!






























