Thursday lunch porn
I cooked and ate asparagus. This is a big breakthrough for me.
Her birthday was actually Friday, but I’m wishing her a bloggy happy birthday as hard as I possibly can.
This bloom was a casualty of repotting.
I woke up at 6 a.m. to get ready to take Tamara to the airport, and checked Twitter (a regrettable but sometimes useful ritual), only to see @mdinstuhl telling everyone to look outside. I hadn’t been keeping up with the news and usually if there is any chance of solid precipitation coming, its impendingness is a major, major deal and everyone spends the entire night prior making milk-and-bread jokes. But nothing, not a peep.…
Because I do. Er, did. When we were babies. Before he had a beard. Thanks, Grandmaw, for the awesome pics of Dad you sent me today!
Good god almighty, this morning I woke up with what may have taken the honor of being the worst headache I have ever had. I’ve thought that I had migraines before, but now I’m not so sure. It pulsed and pounded and sent me writhing all over the bed, opening the windows to let in cool air. Waves of nausea. The crush of light from the window. The inability to find a way to lie…
Y’all know there’s a 24-hour bowling alley in town, right? Just checking. Because this is what it looks like at 1 a.m. on a Sunday. Empty. I dunno. Just seems a little weird is all. Maybe it’s the lack of a bar. But enterprising folks could just sit out in the car and pass a bottle of champagne around before going inside, were the lack of a bar to seem intimidating. Just saying. Or maybe…
It rained all day, but I didn’t mind it too terribly. I just have to remind myself that the more it rains, the greener it gets, and the greener it gets, the happier I seem to be.
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