As I applied mascara, I replied, "Congratulations!"
Bewildered, he just looked back me for a second as I explained, "If my hairs are clogging the drain, that means they're long again just how you like 'em. Congratulations!" (Subtext: Have fun cleaning out that drain, sucker.)
Sooo, over the last several weeks, my short-hair-hating-husband has observed that I seem to be losing more hair than usual. Since I normally shed a lot anyway, that's saying something. I chalk it up to school/job stress and have been trying to find ways to relieve the tension. Dork that I am, I revisited this post about battling stress and luckily, I've had lots of opportunities for some of my favorite activities... traveling, cooking, exercising, gardening and DECORATING. See...
#330- Nov 25- A blank canvas
|So what if I skipped and danced down the street (literally) as we carried this 9-foot could-be fir into the house? You know, and then put it together. All hail the perpetually perfect Christmas tree.|
|It's at this point that I wonder how the hell I've accumulated so much Christmas crap and feel daunted by the impending work.|
|And then I get to this point and SMILE. Big cheesy, Christmas grins.|
|Pretty much like his mama. Although I have historically hated sprouts, this recipe with lemon, garlic and gruyere is fantastic. Goliath's sprout was raw and plain though.|
|Caught a spectacular display of Fall colors before a ginormous storm hit Sacramento.|
|Driving to Dillon Beach took forever thanks to traffic and flooded roads.|
|Many more photos here.|
|Surprisingly lovely on the coast.|
|Adult feety pajamas... I die.|
|Clearly not an artist, am I?|
|After a disappointing restaurant ziti, Mr. T took matters into his own hands to create a spicy, delicious pasta bake. Garlicky and cheesy and made by someone else... Swoon.|
|A flock of surprisingly decent-flying turkeys clucked through the backyard sending Goliath into a tizzy this afternoon. I'm the nutcase neighbor who yells at turkeys, for the record.|