I am, at long last, the owner of a pair of purple sunglasses. They're not exactly what I had in mind, but they're cute, they're purple, and they were only $12.99 at Target! The cashier asked if I wanted to wear them out, but I wasn't really listening and thought she was just asking if I wanted to put them in my purse instead of a bag, so I said "yes." When she offered to cut the tag off for me, I realized what she was saying and my immediate (unspoken) reaction was: "Are you crazy? Purple sunglasses with THIS outfit?" I may have a teeny bit of a problem. Heh.
Yesterday was a good day all around--I also redeemed a free burrito at Qdoba, hung a few of my "chicken plates" on the wall above the stove, finished reading the book I started the night before, watched the Amazing Race, and sat around the house in shorts and a t-shirt because it was just that warm. Yay.
I plucked another book off my "borrowed" stack to start on, and took great delight in noticing that the colors of the cover coordinated EXACTLY with the bookmark I've been using. (Copper and teal.) Every time I pick up the book and pull the bookmark out, I am momentarily content. If you don't understand that, well...then you must not be OCDish with a thing about color-coordinating, is all I can say.
Saturday was mostly a "lay around the house in my pajamas" day. (Weekly housecleaning aside, of course. And the laundry went out on the line to dry. Yay, spring! Sorry to keep rubbing that in, all you folks still in the snow.)
Friday night was spent in the company of Mr. Short Term. We actually had a very lovely "date." We went down to the Riverparks and took a long walk, hand-in-hand. Yes, it was 9:00 p.m., but we didn't even need jackets, 'cause it was just that nice. (Sorry.) Then we stopped at the grocery store for veggies, pita bread and hummus, and went back to his place and nibbled and drank beer and cuddled on the couch. I've decided the deal with Mr. Short Term is that he wears blinders much of the time. When he's working, he's WORKING, and I'm not sure he even remembers I exist. When I pop into his field of vision again, then he thinks, "Oh, HER. I like HER." And he's all sweet and affectionate and all about ME...until he goes back to work and forgets I exist again. Heh. Well, it beats the alternative, right? Someone who thinks about me all the time, but treats me like crap in person?
So, doesn't that sound like a nice weekend? Too bad the whole thing was blown to hell when I had to drag myself out of bed this morning, an hour earlier than my body was expecting, and in the DARK. Gah. Double gah.
Speed-dating tonight, folks! I'll try to have some interesting tales for you tomorrow.