Last night after I shut off the light and snuggled down into bed I regaled Marc with a tale of a bloody nose I had the year before (it related to the topic at hand, I promise). After adding, perhaps, a bit too much detail to the story there was a brief pause before Marc says, "Wow. You really know how to talk to a man."
Marc sometimes thinks I sing too much around the house. I told him that I only sing when I'm happy and I'm happy when I'm around him so I really only sing at home when he's present. I then said, "I don't sing at all at work or when I'm by myself at home." Marc responds with, "I still make goofy faces in the mirror when you're not home." (I actually believe this to be true!)
Another thought - why is it that when I get a meeting invitation in my email at work - a meeting I have absolutely zero interest in being part of - and I click on the "Check Availability" button that I am ALWAYS available? Seriously, I lead a semi-busy life at work most days, why am I never busy when there is a meeting I don't want to attend?
Holly is coming for a visit this weekend - pretty excited! We have no real plans, we'll lolly gag our way through the weekend, but I'm looking forward to catching up!
I stopped to get gas this morning and mindlessly watched the snow flakes fall lazily to the ground, in no real rush to be anywhere. It was nice to just stop for those few moments and watch them. There is something so peaceful and quiet about the world when it snows and for a few minutes this morning I got to be part of it.
The guy in the cubicle next to me is using a typewriter. Honestly? I didn't know those were anywhere besides museums...
