My mom is here and loves my place! Yay!
OMG homemade mommy-food is a good, good thing. She's already made two of my favorite dishes.
It was very exciting to come home for lunch. Mmmm.
My French teacher said, out of the blue, that I am very pretty and have a pleasing air that must draw people to me. *flutter*
Payday, I think, will always be a small celebration around here. Because a month of waiting = my bank account LOW.
While this payday displayed the first cuts from 401K and my contribution to my healthcare plan, it wasn't as much as I feared, so whew!
My brother and SIL are coming over for a bbq on Saturday, so that should be fun.
Having obtained said paycheck, I'm going to go and get those two remaining Steinlen prints framed and hang them, by gum.
I really want new bedding, but am struggling with colors and patterns in a red/cream room. I love striped socks, but not apparently striped bedding.
Just caught up on some tv. Boo to all the recap bullshit going on (Desperate Housewives, Grey's Anatomy). Loved Veronica Mars. This week's Survivor was also rather good.
As the spring continues and summer draws closer, I have some exciting travel plans.
May: Paris! Oui! Oui!
June: LA, for my cousin's graduation
July: Second Annual Sequim Soujourn with Sarah
August (or Sept): San Diego, to visit Jeanne in her new digs
As much as I hate the airlines, they're certainly getting a lot of my money this year.
I really want to write about The Time Traveler's Wife
, but I don't think I have anything intelligent to offer. Just a lot of explosive praise and some weeping. And how is that different, really, from most of my posts? (Hee.) So once I finish the final twenty pages, I will blather on about it. I tried to make it through the last twenty last night, but kept giving myself a near concussion with the book slamming into my face. I feel as though I will be bereft once it is over, and don't want to read the last page. Though, in some ways, I wish I'd already stopped. Oh, fuck it. ( I'm going to blather about it now. )