Here's why I have no reason to whine (though little things like reasons never stop me from indulging in my favorite past-time):
- Friends who talk me off the ledge while I'm tearing my hair out over wedding nonsense.
- Friends who organize a picnic by the East River, feeding me slices of chicken sausage and crisp green beans and lovely red wine when I am tired and cranky and uninspired.
- Friends whose kindness reaches me through the ethers (and in person) though this little old blog.
- An interview that went JUST FINE and another round of scary interviews on Friday. I am lucky to even have an interview, even though it doesn't make me quiver with excitement.
- My clematis Bonanza is blooming for the first time. It looks so pretty against this simple white IKEA trellis.
- According to Kate, it's National Fist Bump Day. To honor the occasion, I've been fist-bumping everyone in sight, which is oddly therapeutic.
- This gorgeous pink prosecco makes life celebratory and wonderful for a mere $11. The bottle is beautiful too.
- This redonkulously good (and easy) recipe for pork bacon-wrapped pork loin with cherries. Ain't nothin' wrong with a little pork wrapped pork. PORKATARIANS UNITE!
So - three cheers to good things.
P.S. In case you think I've gone all Pollyanna on your asses, I will include two complaints (but look! Only two! I'm improving...):
- Elly got me addicted to the first season of the BBC series Queer As Folk. I have since found out that it hasn't been released in the United States. Where the hell am I going to get my daily dose of gay pseudo-porn now? WHERE, I ask you? I need my homo-tainment, peoples.
- When I said this was the only thing in London, I forgot about this. How can you not love a dirt cheap lip balm that tints your lips the perfect shade of rose? And that comes in a cute yet utilitarian package? AND THAT IS NOT SOLD IN THE UNITED STATES, DAMNITTOHELL?
Marilyn via Suicide Blonde.
