You know what they say:

Time flies...

...when you're with this guy.

Has it really been a whole year?

What would you do?

What would I do if I had more time on my hands?

Maybe go here or do a little of this?

Peeps jousting. (Sigh). Oh, such a luxury I shall surely never know.

Once upon an evening dreary...

...competitors none but bleak and weary

Is there anything more embarrassing than ice dancing?

I submit there is not.

Hey Mr. Post Man

I just really like our post box. Especially when it's covered in a light dusting of snow.

Welcome to yester-year.

Go Away

Today was just one of those days.

No reason in particular, just one of those days.

My stomach was upset and spent the day busily and loudly complaining to the world --ok, not the world, but at least my office.

And that all-too-familiar demon was back at it.

You know, those demons that whisper in your ear telling you "you can't"?

Mine has a very specific name and face, and time and place. And he won't go away. And on days like today, I feel like I am a perpetual can't.

But in a couple of minutes I'll get a text message that says "On my way home. Love you." And I'll remember that in the things that truly matter, I'll never be a failure. Because I've already won.