Favorite Thing About Blogging: Being my own boss. No one tells me what to say, when to say it, or how to shape my words. I can't ask for much more.
There is, of course, a backstory.
Last weekend, I broke Robb's butter dish. For approximately the next 12 years, we will still have things that are "mine" and are "yours." We try to share, we really do, but until the very last pre-marital dish breaks, the modern brown ceramics are his, and the yellow plaid vintage set is mine. If you break your own dish, you have no one to blame but yourself. But when you break the other's dish, that's not so good. Alas, in a blurred moment of omelet making last Saturday, I managed to reach for a spatula, which knocked over a bottle of olive oil, which crashed down onto the butter dish and whacked it in half. I felt TERRIBLE.
And now that the glue is dried, it's good and strong. See! We are not fooling around.
And now for something really random, because it's my blog and I don't care! Here are some photos I took of trees. I feel like I should explain for the readers in California.
Dear Readers in California,
On the east coast, we have this thing called winter. During winter, all of the leaves fall off of the trees. (Ok, you know that, I'm being condescending now.) What you might not know is that, before the leaves grow back in the spring, these weird little nubbins grow on all of the branches. These nubbins will, in a few weeks, turn into buds, and the buds will turn into flowers, and then the air will smell wondrous and drunk with possibility and your skin will feel prettier and you won't feel so pissy, and then the leaves come in. So though it may feel cold like wintry death outside right now on the east coast, these nubbins are how the trees tell us that they are also sick of winter and that it will soon be spring. And when winter is over, that is the best feeling in the world.