One can only assume that a blogger's first love is his first blog. I miss the old, fond days of XANGA. Shame on you Facebook and Myspace for not fulfilling my need for a written outlet designed for daily ramblings. No matter how random or infrequent my posts, I've needed this little space in the world to call my own since Andy and I got married. I'm only assuming that this rose by another name smells just as sweet. So here goes nothing...
Yesterday Andy (over dinner at Chili's of course) refered to us as "our little family." I have thought about that so much since he said it. He's so sweet and I do love our little family.
I just read the biography of Coco Chanel on Wikipedia to prevent falling asleep at work. We had a Christmas party today and I got a Starbucks gift card from my secret santa co-worker. For "yankee swap" a.k.a. "dirty santa," I received a pack of peanut butter crackers--gross. I later exchanged it for an ice cream scoup. It was a very nice ice cream scoup.
~Micki~
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