Just a Tuesday
If my email box is full, its because my mom has learned how to attach pictures to email.
I tried to not teach her, but she figured it out. Damn AOL.
Now I am getting picture after picture from a trip to Hawaii. One at a time.
I love my mom to pieces, I really do. She's the best ever. But if I ever ever wear a dress that so perfectly blends in with a hotel bedspread, please just shoot me. Theo, on the other hand is just oozing style. I dig those scrunchy socks, the beret and the binoculars.
And mom, if you are reading this, I'm just kidding. I love all the Hawaii pictures. Really I do. And the dress is lovely.
No coffee incidents today to report. Thats because its just a Tuesday. Things don't ever really happen on Tuesday.
Zabel won the Vuelta stage today. Yes, a grand tour is going on right now and I haven't really blogged a thing about it. I want to be interested, but so far have not been. Zabel winning is cool. So maybe I will keep an eye on things. Just in case.
Last night, Michael and I spent a lot of time talking about illness, death, war, poverty, choices, genocide, hypocrisy, power mongering, greed. For several hours over wine, and carried even to toothbrushing and until we were too sleepy eyed to continue. Then after talking about the gassing of kurds, or the bombing of civilians, or Pol Pot or something horrific, Michael turns to me and says "Our sheets are dirty, we really need to wash them tomorrow".
Here's to hoping that the only thing you have to complain about in your lives are dirty sheets.