things i learned this weekend...

i can guess uncle sugar's mood first thing in the morning. all weekend, i woke to perfect lattes with his signature swirly froth and omelets stuffed with ingredients all chopped uniformly and layered...well...perfectly.

this morning, he left for work without refilling the water tank in our coffee maker. which means that i would've only been able to make four double-espressos before i had to fill up the water. my. self.

you might think this means nothing, but i know it means two things: one, that boy loves the weekend. and two, he needs to open a restaurant.

i learned i love it when other people are naughty. {seriously. have you read the comments in this one? my sister and i laugh so hard while we're on the phone that we don't say a word. for. minutes. this really only happens when you leave me comments that are way better than my post or, like, when she sends me a t.ruffle suggestion that includes the words bum, glaucoma, sick day, and because i can't see my arse coming into work today.}

but i don't exactly love it when i'm naughty. i am drawn to artists who are naughty, though. she's exactly that. plus we share a birthday. which makes me think i'm one step closer to either being a real artist...or just naughty.

if you've the time, this article is thoughtfully genius. and this one includes a few observations that sort of made me gasp.

tell me something beautiful...

let's see. what else. i learned that my grae-girl swims as though her life depends on winning the race. i sure envy that quality. it makes me feel hopeful that she'll be well-equipped to handle anything that life throws her way. but i also worry that her way will, in fact, be more like a race. always checking to make sure of her place. a nail-biter, do you know?

i learned that my lillie kate swims without a care in the world. the end of the race will come soon enough, so why rush it? why not give the crowd a chandelier smile before you set off for another length? why not have no earthly idea if you came in screaming first or dead last? details. i sure don't envy this quality, because i'm afraid i bequeathed it to her.

also. i learned that sunshine draws me away from my keyboard. which leaves me wondering if blogging is just a winter sport for me.

charles albert is killing me. you know how i feel about things around my neck {hate. choke. gasp. help.}, but i would wear these. and i want that ring so hard it makes me grimace. totally unrealistic, yes? probably yes. hope your weekend was chill, friends. xoxo.