This photo was taken when I was in my late teens or very early twenties, which shows you that I've been a fan of black cats since way back when. I've posted it on my blog before—you can read more about it here.
I kept an eye out for handwriting samples all day long, but it turns out that most of the things I hand write are confidential. So here's my completely non-secret grocery list.
I had to run by the store on my way home to get some snacks for a committee meeting being held at my house, as well as some soup and grilled cheese sandwich fixings for my husband's supper. I decided against the cookies in favor of serving some banana cake I made over the weekend.
Oh, and the Mardi Gras beads just happened to be sitting on my desk thanks to the three parties with that theme I've attended in the past week.
I hate to shop for clothes in stores that don't carry anything over a size 6. Let me rephrase that: it's actually impossible for me to shop in such a store, so at least the visit was brief.
Fortunately I was shopping with two good friends after a lovely brunch, and our further wanderings on that same trip scored me some much-needed haircare products and my favorite soup mix, so it was a net win.
I went to a Mardi Gras themed party this evening hosted by Gone Mild. It featured a gorgeous jar of Hurricanes, which was by far the most attractive drink I had the opportunity to photograph all day. They were tasty...and dangerous. I had two small cups and then switched to something that didn't go down quite so quickly.
For Toby, time is marked by two vitally important events: Doggie Breakfast Time and Doggie Supper Time.
Doggie Breakfast Time is immediately after he wakes up, whenever that might be. Doggie Supper Time is around 6:00 p.m. or so.
For each mealtime he gets a half cup of Nulo Chicken and Brown Rice, which is a woefully inadequate portion as far as he's concerned. The veterinarians who developed the serving recommendations beg to disagree, chubby.
I'm not a fan of phones. I'd really much prefer to be emailed. Texting is my second choice. Actually talking, well, let's make it brief.
My desk phone at the office mainly serves as an extra clock. I have my voicemail recordings emailed to me, so it's very seldom that I even pick up the handset. I think the whole concept of a desk phone is probably headed the way of the home landline—and for the same reason.
In case you're interested, the iPhone app I used today is called Halftone.
P.S. If the makers of Aveeno are wondering whether it was worth it to give away their product at BlogHer a couple of years ago, the photo above is evidence of a resounding, "Yes!" I am completely sold on their lotion and I have been purchasing it ever since, both for my office and for home. My hands are mummy-dry and I'm very sensitive to perfumes in lotions. Their lotion is truly fragrance free and works wonderfully for me.
This morning the boss brought in warm peanut butter cookies with (Dove?) chocolate hearts melted onto the tops. They were amazing. They were also the only heart-shaped things I noticed today, so I'm glad I took a photo.
Tonight my husband surprised me with a dozen red roses while I was cooking dinner. We stayed in, had spaghetti, salad, garlic bread, cheesecake and sparkling wine, and watched the latest Russell Peters comedy special on Netflix. It was a very pleasant way to spend Valentine's Day.