It is a beautiful, beautiful day out, and I am curled up into myself sad.
It's easier to understand the downs in the winter, when the weather is grim and the cold makes me clenchy.
The weather is spectacular, particularly for DC. It's sunny and gorgeous and not so humid and just basically yellow sparkly and pretty.
It's the start of a long weekend. A long summer weekend! We have a pool party to attend on the 4th of July. Cookout and splashing in the pool with kids and friends. What could be better?
Nick comes back tomorrow. He's been in New Orleans for work. Yes, it is hot as balls. Yes, I believe that's an industry term.
And Jordan, Jordan is adorable. He likes to put things on his head, thus rendering himself invisible, and then if you don't notice immediately, he says, "Jordan! Where are you?" Which he pronounces: Dodan! Wheeaahyo?
It is, without question, the cutest thing I've ever seen. I mean, aside from all the other adorable things he does.
I have all these spectacularly fantasticularly lovely things that I am thankful for.
I'm enumerating them, envisioning all the best, with clear salty teardrops sneaking down my cheeks. I don't understand. And I do.
Sometimes it's just like this, you know? I know. Fuck.