Perfect night for grilling. Enough food for a village. Followed by some Downton Abbey and drinks with the better half.
A good end to the weekend :)
Perfect night for grilling. Enough food for a village. Followed by some Downton Abbey and drinks with the better half.
A good end to the weekend :)
When you get to work an hour early. Coffee calls.
1. A couple just sat near me to eat lunch together. And have not said a single word to each other. Nothing. They shared a bag of potato chips and she picked out ones she didn’t want (I’m assuming), and put them on his plate. Maybe they’re deaf. Maybe they’re mute. If not, it’s getting really weird sitting by them in silence.
2. I’m realizing I have a serious addiction… Sour skittles. Sour skittles anonymous, sign me up.
3. 40 days!
45! #valentinimperialmaya
Saint Paul. Minneapolis. San Diego. San Francisco. Duluth. Mexico. White Bear Lake. China.
Oh the places we’ve been/lived. Let’s times that list by 20 (well not the ‘lived’ part)
June 5, 2013 — 3 years down, 300 to go.
Fascinating to think. And for surely true.
(Source: psych-facts)
Tropical storm in the Riviera Maya this week that’s messing stuff up pretty bad. Better not happen when we’re there. C’mon good weather in…
Countdown: 1 month, 19 days.
Guess what I just did? An 18 mile bike ride for diabetes. No big deal. Aside from the fact that it hurts too bad to sit comfortably whatsoever. Oww.
This. Water, mimosa, coffee. The way EVERY day should begin.
Countdown: 1 month, 22 days.