All the books, and I mean each and every last one, are still packed in 50 boxes. I've almost forgiven them for the nearly sleepless night it took to pack them; a night in which The Blond and I cursed Barnes, Noble, Jeff Bezos and every author ever lived for supplying us with these books.
Mess- Ben Folds
Frequently worn outfit/item
Black yoga pants. Glamorous.
Purple Patchouli from Tom Ford Private Blend.
Le Metier de Beaute black eyeliner pen. A holy grail if there ever was one.
Soup. Homemade, Whole Foods-made or the miso soup from the local vegan Asian place. Just give me soup.
Nothing compares to the first cup of tea we made in the new house.
Starbucks eggnog latte.
Bane of my existence
The thought of all the boxes still waiting to be unpacked.
The new house. Every last bit, even those that still require work.
My brother-in-law is visiting this weekend.
The two paintings above, Earth Song I and II by Ana Tzarev. They are going to look lovely on one of our walls.
Insert your favorite Tiger Woods joke here.
What are your recommendations, joys and banes? Please share.