If you take the weather of the last two weeks into consideration, then I’d say we have a pattern with dreary Mondays. Today being 1 out of the 2. Here’s what my dashboard had to say about it:
After such dreary days last week I was determined to spice things up and add a little fall cheer to my office. Fall is my most favorite season after all. Enter the cinnamon candle.
I’m thinking of making a seasonal candle a staple of my office — just to make things that much better! With that candle burning I want to wrap myself in a blanket, grab some hot apple cider and snuggle up for an afternoon with my favorite book. Maybe after work?
Anything you use — at home or at work — to make your day better?
I’ve been a little few and far between with my posting lately. Part of me thinks it’s because I’m gearing up for Nablopomo yet again and can’t waste it all in October and the other part of me is feeling entirely uninspired. It’s a cloudy day here in Colorado and it’s going to start raining in the next couple hours. I love rain. I love fall.
Christian’s out of town all week… that coupled with the cloudy weather and fogginess of Monday have me feeling a bit melancholy. I’ve got hot plans to roast a chicken with some veggies and whip up a pot of steamy mashed potatoes tonight for dinner. I can’t think of anything better.
I’ve got an exciting evening tomorrow with the Nuggets pre-season game, so I’m more than excited to slip into some sweats, snuggle up with Charles and the roomie and call it a night. Hope you have an equally perfect evening!
*Photo Credit: Visualpanic
I realize it’s Tuesday. But I’ll have you know that yesterday was Monday, which for most people is an inherently no bueno day. Not my favorite that’s for sure. A few things happened… I won’t get into them because who wants to read some Debby Downer post about a lame Monday. I can tell you that I for one am not interested in such nonsense. I will, however, tell you how my friend Lindsey decided to cheer me up. I’ll give you one guess? Do you have it? You think you’ve totally got it, don’t you? Well, you’re wrong.
Unless your guess was “order me a 60 oz. margarita while I was in the bathroom” you are wrong. Don’t believe me? Whatever. It was 60 effing ounces. 60. That’s huge. After drinking it, not only was I a little fuzzy on the details but I felt like a beached whale. FULL OF STRAWBERRY MARGARITA. I also had a rough looking character cheering me on at the bar. I somehow managed to remember that he had had only 3 beers while I was downing the 60 oz. Some call me observant, others call me competitive. I’ll take it either way. I won. Here is my drink.
And here is Lindsey looking less than thrilled with my progress.