It's the little things

Mostly little joys. I love half popped kernels of popcorn. The crusty edge of cheese on the nacho pan. The run in with an amigo while running errands. The first kick, kick in fresh sheets. A brand new notebook. No one watching me lick my plate like an animal. A day when you feel like you are the SHIT and someone hot gives you a looky loo. Heeeyyyyyy! A public washroom all to one's self to give back to the earth. The little bottles they attach to big bottles at the LCBO. A door held open. Non verbal exchanges with strangers over yet another stranger's bizarre behaviour. You nawimean, amirite? Why did you think clipping toenails was ok on the subway and why CAN'T I look away? Fresh croissants out of the bakery oven. Kittens battling giant long-suffering dogs

Omigod. So I wanted the perfect gif for whatever the hell I was thinking of 40 minutes ago when I started this and that thought is LONG gone. Here are some gems instead


I feel you, pussy


I have the same moves. In fact, I taught...no I didn't

I was having a less than stellar day and have had messages/jokes, support from all and sundry. It turns a girl's day around. Happiness and positivity are choices. 

I thought I loved pears but as I have snacked on them for the last week at work for my 4pm snack, I'm not feeling them. The Whoppers on my desk are cooing to me but I am a creature of moderation, Whoppers! Thou shall not weaken my resolve. Also, I'm going out for wings in 17 minutes, I can hold on. The Jersey Giant makes a bona fide hot sauce out of ground up habaneros which - thank you for your truth in advertising, JG. You know who doesn't like Frank's Red Hot as 'suicide' sauce? This guy. Although, I have oft said don't ask me if it's hot (in the house/outside/office) or if it's spicy. My father taught me to put on a sweater and live in the cold and that I was a big Jessie (Scottish for mother of all wimps) if I wasn't eating suicide wings at the age of 8. Now I can eat hotter than the big H so, thanks Daddy. 

When my horoscope is glowing and telling I'm the best I am amazed and delighted at its soothsaying ways. When it doesn't, pfft what does it know?

Speaking of little things - adult acne. Who the EFF lied to me about this being a teenage thing and who has a time machine so I can give them a fresh one across the mouth? The EFF! 

You know what's the best? wearing something/getting  your sheets straight outta the dryer. 

And you. You're the best. 

xo