....to Your Pedicured Toes

I got a pedicure. Even better, I got to rock those thin little flip flops they give you if you walk in wearing shoes that may mess up your polish.

Do You Like Dreaming of Things so Impossible?

Sooo much to say and so far behind!! 

 

I never commented on the USC victory over Notre Dame.  Old news now, but not easily forgotten.  Bye bye Notre Dame.  Even the green jerseys couldn't save you from Leinhart and Co...  Maybe next year.       ehhh... prolly not. 

 

I turned 27.  Nothing very exciting to report there. 

 

Heather has had a VERY exciting weekend, and I can't wait to hear all about it.

 

I went to a wedding at the Paris hotel this weekend. Was reminded that I definitely do not want to get married in Las Vegas.  It was lovely--just not me. 

 

Got to spend lots of time with my sister, her husband and their Camden.  There's not many more satisfying things in life than to rock my nephew while he falls asleep playing with my hair.  It's enough to melt my heart and give him anything he wants forEVER. 

 

Wednesday my poolboy Jon comes into town for a week.  There's not too many other things I could wish for right now.  We're looking forward to Jeremy Camp, Dave Matthews and hanging out with my siblings.  And doing nothing at all as much as possible. 

 

Keep staying tuned... 

As I recall I think we both kinda liked it

At last, a few words about someone special.



This poster kinda sums things up. He says he'll let me be Holly Golightly as long as he can be the pool boy. Don't tell him this, but I'd forfeit the life of being a lawyer's wife for some underwear any day.

We didn't have breakfast at Tiffany's, but we walked by Tiffany's right after dessert. Oh wait, no that was dessert AFTER dessert. Right. Maybe next time we'll go inside.

All of this is making no sense I realize. That's what happens when you meet someone who takes your hand and wants to walk with you for a while. I'm blaming the blond hair for my recent dizziness and ditzy behavior, but I think it might just be that I'm deliriously crazy for someone.

He washed my coffee pot before he left.

He remembered to lock my manual door locks everytime he closed the door.

He walked my dog.

He never complained when I was cold, my feet hurt, I had to pee, or when he had to meet my family.

He didn't eat all of the dark chocolate because he knows it's my favorite, too.

These are things I got to love him for this week, which is only added on top of the other things I already loved about him. Stay tuned. I think this is gonna be good...