“A pair of shoes can change your life. Just ask Cinderella.”

brrrrrrrrrrrrr  it's cold and the snow hasn't melted and abi isnt even asking to go outside. again

 

 

 

woke up this morning to the humor and sounds of yoyo ma, has anything more beautiful sounding than the cello ever been invented? ( as i type my obnoxious neighbor is hauling cans and making a general racket- last night the plutonium glow from their hallway chandelier was stilll glowing when I woke to piss at 2;30 am) but back to the cello and cold weather and woodfies and a cat who purrs like a motor car and a husband who has gotten past the bad weather and willbe  here in time for us to watch Rome later in the week, and eat together and have herbal tea and snuggle as we read, before he became consumed with beng busy. and good thig I froze the ginger carrots I can make a coconut carrot cake and stock up on all his devilish tasty treats for his homecoming.  lastnight I watched the deveil wears prad and I wasa little disappointed except for streep and tonight I dig out jean harlow for red headed woman and then tomorrow I dye myhair RED permanently . oh lordy. this all feels so damn good.