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Sitting here cozily under a blanket on the couch with the wind ripping through the trees outside the windows and with Scout sleeping peacefully on my lap reminds me that life is good. It really is.
Spent yesterday doing house stuff all day - raked leaves for 2 hours and filled up two HUGE cans, trip to the hardware store for varnish so we can start on the doors today, and cleaned and conditioned the leather couch again. While I was doing those things that amazing husband of mine was doing ductwork in the attic and installing a new super-quiet fan for our master bath. He really is incredible.
Last night he went off to go to a concert with his friend and I went over to Darci's place to hang with her and some of her swing dance friends. They refer to themselves as swingers, which made me internally grin several times throughout the evening. There was much mirth and many pop-culture references to Labyrinth (The babe with the power. What power? The power of voodoo. Who do? You do.) and The Princess Bride and all Ramstein. Best not to ask, really. When I left at around 11-ish I went home and turned on the beginning of LA Confidential and waited for B to get home.
And now Bryan's come out to sit on the couch with me and is playing with the cat trying to intice her to paw at his toes by wiggling them under the blanket (Ha! she just tryed to bite his feet! The joke's on him). Oh, yes, life is good.
Spent yesterday doing house stuff all day - raked leaves for 2 hours and filled up two HUGE cans, trip to the hardware store for varnish so we can start on the doors today, and cleaned and conditioned the leather couch again. While I was doing those things that amazing husband of mine was doing ductwork in the attic and installing a new super-quiet fan for our master bath. He really is incredible.
Last night he went off to go to a concert with his friend and I went over to Darci's place to hang with her and some of her swing dance friends. They refer to themselves as swingers, which made me internally grin several times throughout the evening. There was much mirth and many pop-culture references to Labyrinth (The babe with the power. What power? The power of voodoo. Who do? You do.) and The Princess Bride and all Ramstein. Best not to ask, really. When I left at around 11-ish I went home and turned on the beginning of LA Confidential and waited for B to get home.
And now Bryan's come out to sit on the couch with me and is playing with the cat trying to intice her to paw at his toes by wiggling them under the blanket (Ha! she just tryed to bite his feet! The joke's on him). Oh, yes, life is good.
