So. It’s Friday again. And not a moment too soon.
I’m making this soup for dinner tonight. After Mom’s gift of the entire pantry, I have every single ingredient on hand.
I started training for the Seattle Half-Marathon, which is happening the Sunday after Thanksgiving. It feels good to be running again.
I had stopped buying bread altogether, but then I rediscovered sourdough.
Do I know anyone in Montana? I can’t remember.
Last night, Becca and I asked Toad which of our rooms she wanted to sleep in. She stood in the hallway, looked back and forth between our bedrooms, and then hopped into mine.
I slept under my down comforter last night. It’s that chilly now.
I want my hair to be long and glam. The next minute, I want it to be short and sassy. In the meantime, it’s probably just in a ponytail because I probably haven’t taken the time to style it in days.
I’m starting a new book, “Little Bee.” I got it at McKay’s used bookstore in Nashville for $2. I wish I could find a great used bookstore in Denver.
Not too long ago, a boy made me count how many dresses I had in my closet – and there were more than 40. I got rid of a bunch. But now, I need a cocktail dress, and nothing I own is right for the occasion. Again – yes, I know.