Technically this ‘happy’ happened sometime last week. My curly haired boy has an adorable nephew. He is six, and he is cuter than any of your nephews, that’s how cute he is. We ate dinner with my curly haired boy’s family, and instead of playing with his new Pac Man game or his hot wheels or his nerf guns my ‘not nephew’ begged and begged us to tell him scary stories. One after another, until we were all out of six-year-old appropriate stories.
THEN we played with the pac man and the hot wheels and the Nerf guns.
I live in Louisville, Kentucky. That is pronounced ‘Lou-ah-vul, Ken-tuk-ee’ for those people born somewhere they pronounce the letter ‘L’ like it is an actual member of the alphabet.
It’s something of a ‘midwestern city in a southern state’. Although some friends from the deep south have disagreed with the term ‘Southern state’ in reference to my bluegrass state.
And they are right to judge, we DID switch over to the winning side during the Civil War. However I would argue that any time you are in a restaurant and you order an iced tea and the waitress asks ‘Sweet or Un-sweet?’ Then you are in the south.
But maybe I am wrong and this happens other places?
I am also providing you with my FOOL PROOF sweet-tea-at-work recipe.
I love me some colored tights. (Mine are purple today.) I know they are cliche and trendy, and I’m certain that in 20 years or so I will look back on them fondly but any daughters I have will look at the photos and go ‘Mom what were you THINKING?’
Which is what I say every time I see photos of my mother wearing gigantic eye glasses in the 80′s. Then I pull on my skinny jeans, don my over sized sunglasses and strut from the room in my platform espadrille wedges*.
*I don’t actually own any platforms, espadrilles, or wedges. But I do love my skinny jeans and giant sunglasses. Which are COMPLETELY different than the glasses my mom used to wear. (Mine are SUN glasses)
In the depths of winter I forget how nice it feels to walk the dog when it is nice out. Today was a gorgeous day for this. Also the mutt is learning to heel so he’s much easier to manage.
What made me happy today
Curly haired boy and I have a dog. He is a loving slobbery mess of doggy parts. He looks like he was made from the left over parts none of the other dogs wanted. He is very short but very long, he is brindled but also wire-haired. He looks like the type of dog a friendly hobo on the Andy Griffith show would have for a companion. We were told he was a ‘dachshund/boxer mix’ (say that twelve times fast). But I firmly believe he was conceived from a terrier/cinder-block pairing. Because he is the densest dog you have ever experienced.
Also he loves you, and wants to tell you that by running into your shins at his fastest speed possible.