Because I barely have two brain cells to rub together to make a thought, but still I feel compelled to write something, I give you the latest, and perhaps lamest, installment of BULLET POINTS!
- Low humidity and cool temperatures got me inspired to jog this morning. 4.25 hard-fought, but lovely, miles.
- As a result? Late to work. Time management FAIL.
- But waiting for me at work? McDonald's breakfast. (Because the eating part is the WHOLE REASON for the exercising part.)Thanks, KPW!
- Today KPW and I wrestled the 2011 Budget to the GROUND. No. Mercy. I think it's still whimpering...
- We had some company today at the office - two tiny baby fawns tottering around behind the building! I'm pretty sure it's all because I had my window open, and they enjoyed my rockin' tunes. Baby deer LOVE Yeasayer and Kings of Convenience.
- Also today, the baby birds in my porch nest flew the coop. Booooooooo. They were big enough for sure, but I'm sad to see them go.
- Did I mention that the budget is done? At least the first stab at it? AWESOME.
- I have the fastest hair dresser in the WORLD. She's fab, and I don't have to spend all day in the chair. WIN. She's like a gunslinger from the wild west, except with a 2-million volt hair dryer instead of a gun.
And more bullet points, from teh interwebs.
- I love this oatmeal.
- I love taters, too.
- Not sure why I love this, but I do.
- Having just celebrated a non-eventful birthday, this made sense to me.
- As did this.
(Boy, I'm on a bit of a thoughtful bent! Must remedy that...)
- On second thought, I'm a little hungry...
- And I just finished this book. And am HOOKED! Trying to find out when I'll even have time to get the other two, let alone read 'em.
- These. I've walked past them twice...the third time may be the charm... Hoochtastic! (I'm SO starting a "Little Imelda" fanclub for shoe whores...er, lovers. Who's with me?)
Ok, enough. My five:
- Perfect summer days.
- Being able to laugh with colleagues.
- McDonald's breakfast. SO GOOD.
- Ice cream.
- Paper chains.
And, in honor of my little house finches who flew the coop? A little song.
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