Sound Bites

Norman Reedus's busted, ugly face.

"It's January, and there's a disturbing lack of brown liquor in this house." - Wolfman

"Sierra, do you remember when I first listened to Discovery by Daft Punk and sat on the bed crying for two hours?" - The Kid

"Martigan, you are not evolved from monkeys.  You are a monkey." - Wolfman

"I had an argument with a woman the other day who insisted Norman Reedus is attractive.  Norman Reedus has a busted, ugly face, and he knows it." - The Kid

As Wolfman leaves for work on Valentine's morning I tell him, "We love you, baby.  We are all your Valentines."  He answers, "I'm your boogeyman."

Photo Journal, no. 54 | February Was Here

a Valentine's card for Kath

yarn bomb in downtown Cary

display at the Purple Polka Dot boutique, on Academy Street in downtown Cary (where The Flower Cupboard used to be)

a vitamin C-packed breakfast whilst sick (orange, hot house tomato, & English muffin with salmon cream cheese)

best friends

the bedroom view

more bedroom view

frosty morning pauses

Spring bunnies watching the snow fall, at Aria Gifts in Apex

Thankful Thursday, no. 1 | The Chocolate Kind of Gratitude

"All I really need is love, but a little chocolate now and then doesn't hurt!" - Lucy, from Peanuts

Last week, for a few brief days (I won't tell you just how brief), I carried a little box of artisan chocolates in my purse with me wherever I went, a gift from my Valentine.  Strawberry, huckleberry, and grand marnier truffles nestled safely in their papers and box, jostling against my sunglasses and jack knife, calling to me at 3pm, especially, when the work day seemed it may never end.  My boo sure does get me.  We watched together, on V-Day, so many menfolk buying roses at the Whole Foods while we ate our breakfast, and while I wouldn't object to roses, chocolates sure do taste better.  My guy--I sure do love him.  How grateful I am for that man in my life, for leisurely breakfasts, for emergency chocolates almost too pretty to eat.