In the spirit of keeping my spirits up after a ridiculously exhausting day at work and the disappointment of a weekend without Ted, as he is working even more ridiculous hours than I am – 9 a.m. to midnight Saturday and Sunday – which makes me feel terrible for even bothering to complain about how tired I am when he, clearly, takes the cake on this one, I’m going to dwell on things that do make me happy…starting with my tendency for a good obnoxious run-on sentence.
This is what Cincinnati looks like right now. Lush green grass, blobs of daffodils everywhere, and trees bathed in white, yellow and pink blossoms. I’m bummed to be missing the Texas bluebonnets and vivid wildflowers littering the side of I-10, but this is a satisfactory replacement, I suppose. Furthermore, please ignore my excellent photography skills. A thumb and blurry? I don’t know how you got so lucky. It isn’t easy to snap a picture whilst en route, after all. Your welcome.
Tonight I am sharing this bottle of deliciously smooth and sweet Red Raspberry wine from our wedding, with myself. Okay, relax – not the whole bottle. But I am making a dent in it while I watch 500 Days of Summer and Once that we scored super cheap at the Blockbuster that was closing last week. The house is clean, I’ve caught up on all my obligations, and honestly, what else am I supposed to do when my husband’s occupied for the evening and, apparently, “browsing” Nordstrom Rack and Anthropologie when we’re still paying off December’s electric bill (not really, but for real, let’s not forget how truly scarring a $400 electric bill can be) is frowned upon. So, yes. Wine and movies it is.
And finally, there was a wedding today at museum. Though I never ever ever want to plan another totally-DIY wedding again for as long as I live, I’m still kind of obsessed with pretty wedding things because, well, they’re pretty. I also got some sort of sick satisfaction out of the fact that my flowers were way more awesome than hers. Forgive my honesty. Succulents are kind of hard to compete with though, to be fair. I kind of wish I could just relive our wedding day once every six months or so. Seeing how happy that bride and groom looked today was quite endearing. Besides, like any love-struck female, I’d sacrifice my eyelashes to wear my wedding dress again. And who doesn’t love a great party and bonfire with their nearest and dearest beneath a full Wisconsin moon? Dear Wedding: Please re-create yourself (um, without any of our slaving help this time) and we’ll see you in two weeks! Thanks :-)
