Marc is a brilliant task-master and we recently re-organized our spice cabinet.
We bought some small glass jars at the dollar store, and then I hand-wrote the name of each spice on the front.
This lovely little project reminds me something the tremendous Laura Beth of Perched on a Whim might do. Seeing as though I worship at her alter of BEAUTIFUL CRAFTS OF LIFE, I am still feeling a little giddy.
Am I the only one who really likes David Hyde Pierce?
But like, in that way?
But I don’t know what to do with that tossed salad and scrambled eggs…
The rubbish combination of McDonalds for dinner, strong tea before bedtime, and unusually warm spring temperatures ensured that the couple of Zzzzs that I did catch were restless, and even worse, non-consecutive.
(Normally I would never begrudge a meal of fries and a McFlurry because 1.) they happen so rarely, and 2.) DID YOU KNOW THAT MCDONALDS MAKES DRUMSTICK MCFLURRIES?)
However, waking this morning, dehydrated and exhausted, I lamented like hell over my choice in food stuffs. Dinner of champions it was not, especially because I just crammed the whole thing in my mouth on my way to meet with my Little Sister.
I’ve also been rocking this really sweet eye twitch for the past week now, so I can’t imagine that my thirty-two minutes of rest will do much to help out with that.
(If anything, I think it’s gotten worse, EGADS.)
I kind of feel like bugs bunny in the below cartoon (clip starts at 40 seconds):
WHAT A WAY TO RUN A RAILROAD.
It actually blows my mind when I think about how much of my life is influenced by the cartoons, books, and movies I watched and read as a child.
There probably isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t reference or quote (or ever just think about) Looney Tunes, or Kit Pearson, or Shel Silverstein, or The Simpsons.
I think my favourite is when I think I’ve over done it with the make-up, I like to ask Marc (or whomever is around) if it looks like I’ve “set the make-up gun on whore.”
I’m laughing just thinking about it.
This weekend should be a sweet, sweet mix of soaking up all of the sun rays I can get, (seeing as though I currently look like a specter, this is a VERY good thing), Mother’s day brunches, and hopefully a date night with that long-lost husband of mine.
I tell you, we are two little worker bees he and I, so much so that it’s hard not to fall into a rut that I like to call: “two highly productive, yet sleep deprived ships passing in the night.”
It might also be nice if I could find a dress or two for the weddings that I am attending (and participating in!) this summer.
Honestly folks, time is passing at such a speed I cannot believe that we will soon we welcoming the arrival of June. I’m not sure about you, but I need to buckle up tight, and grab hold of the OH CRAP BAR because –
THINGS. BE. MOVING.
Things be moving fast.
Alas, I cannot complain because at the base of it all is such boundless awesomeness that I feel a little nuts sometimes – I really am too lucky for my own good to be surrounded with such beauty.
My friends, family, fantastic (ship of a) husband.
Our little cat.
Adventures a plenty.
So let’s put on our dancing shoes and boogie the night away.