life : survival of the dentist
song : hey, soul sister by train
delightful, delicious, delovely
hello, hello! well, i survived my experience with the oral surgeon (never felt so afraid, but shouldn't have) and a week with scott as as house husband (never felt so loved). i've been keeping up with your blogs, but have not been the best commenter. i will do better next week and have some things to show you (lots of flowers, of course), but i've got a lot of work to do, although it's more like fun!
speaking of to-dos, have you heard of teuxdeux? it's fantastic! the tasks you list, but don't cross off, carry over until the next day. i start everyday with things like these because i never cross them off -
* enjoy the day
* smile & laugh
it's a little bit corny, but i'm always sure to have some nice things to do each day. hope you enjoy your weekend. see you next week!
ps according to my version of the boudoir language of flowers from 1885, the pansy means think of me. so, the pansies are meant as a small token of thanks for all of your well wishes this week and always.