Sunday Morning
Mornings like this are why I love fall. It’s cold outside, but they’ve finally turned the heat on in my building so it’s nice and warm in here. The dogs are asleep under the blankets. I’m drinking jasmine green tea out of my Jean Luc Picard mug (Patrick Stewart is the sexiest man in the universe, thank you very much) and eating toast with almond butter and cinnamon. I’m listening to music (Death Cab for Cutie at the moment) and reading blogs. AH! That’s the sound of me happily stretching and curling my bare toes. At some point I’ll need to get moving, because I have work to do today. (Proofread of a mystery novel. Actually a cozy. But when we speak of mysteries, the cozy ain’t as cozy as you might think. This is an example of work I take for money that has nothing to do with what I woud actually want to read.)
I know I promised a picture of my brother’s sweater today, but I didn’t get as much car knitting done yesterday as I’d hoped, because I had to play a more active navigator role than I’d anticipated. Ah well. The wedding was okay. It was nice to see my family, and we all lived through the silly wedding stuff and the embarrassingly bad DJ. They tried to drag me out on the floor for the bouquet toss, and I only got out of it after I brought out the big guns. I reminded my cousin that, until the final paperwork is done, I’m still married. (Bring up divorce on someone’s wedding day and they leave you alone real quick. I’m awful, I know.)
So today, work and hopefully knitting. And tomorrow, if you’re really lucky, a sweater pic. And while you’re waiting for me to post that lovely sweater photo, go visit (in alphabetical order cause I love ’em all) Alison, Michelle, and Rachael.
Awww, thanks, Cari! I love that cold-outside-warm-inside feeling too. Plus blog-reading, music, and a good mug, well, sounds like heaven!
(And that’s hilarious about the bouquet toss. When Bill and I got together, he was still technically married. People would ask us, “Are you married?” I’d say, “Well, HE is.” That would get the subject changed pretty quickly…)
Posted by: alison
Aw, I love you MORE! Yay! You made my day. And thanks for the comments – I’ve been thinking about them, and writing, all day. I’m feelin’ the fear, baybee. Or thinking about feeling it, anyway….
God bless warm dogs (and toes) under blankets. I was at work when I read your post, and it made me feel SO happy. Cheers, doll.
Posted by: Rachael
*sniff* I love you guys.
Ugh, the bouquet toss. Hate it. I tend to morph into Academic Grrrl and rant about compulsory heterosexuality and the tradition of marriage as women-trafficking…that also makes ’em flee, but your way is much more concise.
See you tomorrow–Yay!
Posted by: Em
Awww, thanks, Cari! I love that cold-outside-warm-inside feeling too. Plus blog-reading, music, and a good mug, well, sounds like heaven!
(And that’s hilarious about the bouquet toss. When Bill and I got together, he was still technically married. People would ask us, “Are you married?” I’d say, “Well, HE is.” That would get the subject changed pretty quickly…)
Posted by: alison
Aw, I love you MORE! Yay! You made my day. And thanks for the comments – I’ve been thinking about them, and writing, all day. I’m feelin’ the fear, baybee. Or thinking about feeling it, anyway….
God bless warm dogs (and toes) under blankets. I was at work when I read your post, and it made me feel SO happy. Cheers, doll.
Posted by: Rachael
*sniff* I love you guys.
Ugh, the bouquet toss. Hate it. I tend to morph into Academic Grrrl and rant about compulsory heterosexuality and the tradition of marriage as women-trafficking…that also makes ’em flee, but your way is much more concise.
See you tomorrow–Yay!
Posted by: Em