1. i totally promised myself i would finish this weeks, months, maybe years ago...and i will, one day. i'm literally t-minus 60 pages, and i can have some salander closure in this life. until then, i'll make this the excuse of my ongoing sunday beach mornings with phil. crime/mystery/romance/etc. literature is best read from the lounging position, on a folding chair, surrounded by sand and shells.
2. plantmania is what i would call it, if there is such a thing; i see them, want them, justify purchasing them, love them, replant them, trim them...talk to them...is this bad? i mean, plants are good for your immediate environment; they create cleaner airer, they're SO pretty, they let you nurture something, they give you second or even third chances (sometimes you have long weekends, they understand, they're patient like that). i think i'm justifying again.
3. phil and i have been eating tons and tons and tons of fruit. i mean, bananas, strawberries, tangerines, grapefruit, etc. you think this would be about the time we whip out the juicer, but no, it continues collecting dust on our counter.
4. i just love this guy to bits. (side note: does it look like he's about to say "pull my finger? heh.." if so, that's inaccurate. he was actually saying how excited he was about pizza. maybe that translated into "so i'll point at you, b/c i love you just like i love my pizza pies. you're both consistently awesome." that's my take.)
