Sometimes I like being lied to.

Back from the hills and the snow to find the spring birds have arrived and the weather near tropical in contrast even with the rain. Slower life meets faster life and I’m on my belly clawing for the former as I’m forcibly dragged back to the latter…there’s a haze and the dread is coupled with a nice Cabernet and a near complete case of the “I just don’t care anymore-s”.

Taking the new camera for a stroll after work.

Smell ya later.

Because I’m the best girlfriend ever, I planned a non-Hallmark night for The Mc consisting of wings, pizza, adult beverages and no gifts being exchanged.

Yeah, I pretty much rule. He gets a couple of points for sending me flowers, too.

I woke The Mc up again last night talking in my sleep.

“I’m having a sleepover because we drank too much”.

Sounds like I was having a pretty good time.

This morning I went to the eye doctor to have my puffy/bumpy lower lid thingie addressed.

I took pictures (my doctor took a few, too) so you could enjoy it with me even though you couldn’t be there. I know you wanted to be, so consider it my Valentines Day gift to you.

Sneak peek:

Smoochie!