currently, vol. 27
reading: Minding the Manor by Mollie Moran. How's that for an alliterative title? This book is ridiculously good. It's as if Daisy from Downton Abbey had more personality and humor and wrote a memoir of working as a kitchen maid in an English estate. I'm seriously basking in this book I love it so much.
watching: I flounced on my bed Wednesday evening after putting Gracie to bed. It had been a particularly grueling day, and I was in a wretched mood and in need of a distraction. At that moment, Joellen texted me out of the blue and told me to watch Raising Hope on Netflix. I pounded through 4 episodes that night and I'm hooked for life. It's kind of a twisted humor, but it's kept me company and made me laugh while James works in the evenings. But by day? Kitten Party on Amazon Prime. It's literally half an hour of footage of kittens playing in a room while cheeky music plays in the background. It's delightful, minus the songs at the end, and Gracie thinks it's the best thing ever. When James is home, we've been rewatching Parks & Rec. I'm convinced it's 200% funnier the second time around.
cooking: I made this tomato chickpea soup for dinner last night, but I swapped the rosemary for other seasonings. It was pretty good! Gracie ate about three bites, so I consider that a win.
dreaming: Last night I had an insanely vivid dream that James and I bought a 300-year-old bakery in a neighboring town and converted it into a house. It wasn't very suitable for a house, but we made it work, and I convinced the sellers to throw in a box of cannoli (thanks to the red squiggly line, I did a google search and cannoli is the plural form? Not cannolis? I'm not Italian). In other news, I can't stop thinking about cannoli. After we moved in, I opened the blinds in Gracie's room and discovered it was connected to the YMCA pool.
loving: Gracie is obsessed with pointing out everyone's noses, eyes, and ears. She walked up to a kid in the library the other day and tapped him on the nose and said "it's a nose!" She does it to James every morning when he leaves for works, and slips her finger behind his glasses to tap him on the eyes. It's precious. She does it every time we FaceTime my parents, too. She's also obsessed with making soup. She grabs mixing bowls out of the cupboards, fills them with random toys, then stirs it with a spoon and tries to feed it to us. I love watching her little imagination blossom. And don't get me started on the spoon thing. She has to have a spoon with her at all times, including while she sleeps. And she ate a bagel for breakfast yesterday with a spoon. I just really love her.
frustrated by: the belittling of SAHMs.
listening to: Colony House all the time. Lots of dance parties in the car, and let's be honest, on the treadmill when I (hope) no one's looking.
making: valentines! FOR YOU! Yes, you.
missing: sunshine! WHO AM I. It was sunny and 60 on Monday. We spent the whole morning outside, and the sun filled a void in my soul I didn't know I had. All this dreariness has worn me down this year. I might be turning into a sun person.
planning: James and I are supposed to go on a date tomorrow night (the second in 2 years!), but I'm a little concerned. I woke up feeling sick (though I feel a bit better now), and the movie we wanted to see is sold out, so we found it playing at another theater and accidentally bought tickets for the wrong day. We go out so rarely that I feel like the pressure is on to make sure things go well. I'm currently a little nervous.
sniffing: a smidge of marijuana with a lot of air freshener. Whoever's smoking is trying to cover it up some kind of ungodly air freshener that might be even worse than the pot. Now that I think about it, that's probably why I woke up coughing. And probably the cause of my crazy dreams.
What are you up to this weekend? Eat a cannoli for me.