Not sure why bone dry bubbly makes me happy - but it does, you bet.
The family I spend holidays with when I'm in Cleveland, has the Italian habit of dropping a sugar-cube into each of their glasses of champagne. I love watching it fizz, and I love the sweetness. Couple glasses, and I get very giggly.
Someday, I'd like to make a survey of good imported beer. I happen to - well, not hate, as I can drink it - American beer. Not having tried anything else, I have been told by online friends from other corners of the world that I might just like what they consider good beer, as they share my opinion of the stuff around here.
Oooooh, I know I'm late to the news but Aimee and Em!!! I volunteer for baby snuggling!!!!!!
I am SO looking forward to this weekend. Now if my allergies would just calm down, I'd be a much happier camper.
OH! She's pretty indestructible.
This is true. I've personally seen her take several headers on hard surface floors, and then fuss precisely long enough for someone to pick her up.
Whereupon, she promptly stopped.
Whereupon, she promptly stopped.
Meaning she wasn't hurt - she just wanted reassurance. It's what they do.
It's actually quite comical.
Literally, the instant Dad had her more than an inch of the floor -- fussing over.
Eeeee! Aimee and Emma! I gotta stop bouncing so I can pack!
(kicking brain and arse into party prep mode)
You and me both, Deb. I should have spent the evening cleaning, and yet, NSM.
Heh. Tomorrow is going to be crunchy: Home Depot early, nails medium, somewhere in there a trip to Costco is needed and can't be put off (I was going to do it today, but that editing favour ate the day), and tomorrow night is catfeeding.
Reminds me, we'll need to double up on southcat feeding, Thursday and Friday nights, since Saturday night? Not on the cards.
Need a companion for the catfeeding?