Simple pleasures

Lately, I can't seem to get enough of San Pellegrino's Limonata. I bought 6 at the grocery store last week because they were on sale and I'm having one with lunch right now.

It's just so tart and refreshing. (I also feel kinda fancy when I'm drinking it).

French fries for dinner

When you were little, did you you think about all the things you'd do when you were grown up? You know, stay up late, eat whatever you wanted, drive a car, etc?

Well, everytime I eat something terrible for dinner, I think about being a little kid. I think about all the times I just wanted to eat spaghetti forever or didn't see the problem with eating a handful of HP sauce out of my hand (gross, right?). Well, I ate french fries for dinner tonight and as I was eating them I felt slightly ashamed (even though I'm alone) and thought about how much nicer it would be if I was eating a healthy meal around a table with my family. It felt kinda lonely and I'm definitely old enough to know better. (Even worse, I got D in trouble last night for not eating a proper dinner)

Funny, isn't it, how much we learn to value the things we were so ready to be done with as kids.

How was your day?

My day was pretty good. Here are some things that happened:

- I woke up next to D, a wonderful start to any day.
- I bought a Batman costume...for myself.
- I found three baby raccoons taking a nap together. It was very hard not to wake them up and try to make them cuddle with me.
- Got lost in Nie Nie's inspiring blog (again).

Right now, I'm drinking some nice jasmine tea because the temperature has dropped considerably. (I'm not complaining).

Totes!

When I was little, my mom carried tote bags everywhere. Perhaps this is because she was/is a teacher and tote bags are the best things to carry books and papers in, aside from a backpack and my mother has never been the backpack kind. Well, I never got it. I always thought it seems cumbersome to lug all those bags around. I'm very much a backpack kind of girl, or was, until I moved to the city. (I swore I'd never carry a purse and now I never leave the house without my black leather purse from Fossil. Ha!)

As it turns out, I'm becoming a tote carrier too. Last summer, when I was in Germany, D's friend Sandy gave me my very first tote bag from her shop, RoyalWe. It's thin, light and it's made of modern looking black & white print. I used the bag a lot in the summer and since then, I keep eying other tote bags. Seriously, how many does one person need? It's likely that I'll only ever carry one a time anyway! That being said, I recently acquired this bag:



But that's it, I swear! But in case anyone else out there is looking for a good tote bag, take a look at this one:


It just goes to show you- no matter what you think you like or don't like, your tastes and opinions are constantly evolving as you grow, in both big and small ways.

(First tote is from Alphabetbags.com; the second is from APC)

Counting Sheep

I'm about to go to bed, so I'll leave you with a question.



After you count sheep, where do they go?

When D and I went to Germany this summer, we slept in until 5pm (!!) our first day there. Naturally, we had some trouble sleeping that night when we were back in bed a mere 7 hours later. We found each other wide awake at about 3am and got into quite a serious discussion about where our sheep go after they've cleared the fence (there's always a fence) and run off into the distance. Are they gone forever? Is there an endless stream of sheep? Or do they loop back around and jump again?

I think we both came to the comclusion that we picture the same sheep jumping over and over again.

What about you?