new day
guess what?
I am still alive.
'managed to lift myself out of my burdensome week and
wake up to a beautiful morning.
of course, it's like 30 degrees in this house (even at 12 noon!),
so I am still in my jammies, socks and slippers.
and as usual, it is much warmer outside.
(freakin' poor insulation)

'had a lovely breakfast of eggs (sunnyside) with toasted bread.
i cooked.
hell, I always cook between the two of us!
but it's nice. I enjoy being domestic after five-days
of sitting in front of a computer.

'am currently listening to John Mayer (surprise, surprise)
so of course I felt like blogging.

I guess I could go on and on about my terribly shitty job situation
or the fact that I was at work til 10p last night (a Friday night)
but then I thought, "why ruin a perfectly nice day?"
might as well start off re-capping my 12 year anniversary date.....

bloated with happiness and cuban food
february 2, 1992. that's when we pretty much called it "official".
he actually asked me to be his girlfriend. I guess you would
call it "old fashion" by modern standards, but hey, it worked for me!

12 years later I can honestly say I am incomplete without him.
believe it or not, we even still have those