Easter chicks -the kind you eat. So much better when they are just a tad stale and chewy. And why is it that the blue, green and purple ones aren’t as satisfying as the yellow chicks from our youth? And the same with the bunnies who want to be the yellow chickies but just don’t quite get it. Okay, enough with the chickies.
Steven Tyler. I am sorry but the man is hotter than all get out and even though he lets the F-bomb fly, we love his enthusiasm.
Little email messages from my daughter that tell a cafeteria story where she made a fool of herself in an effort to wish a friend happy birthday and it wasn’t the end of the world. For a 14 year old, that’s saying something.
My son who is so excited about moving into his first apartment this weekend. It reminds me of how excited he would get over a new box of Legos or corn dogs when he was just my little “peanut” a month (or two decades) ago.
My Mom who is going on a vacation all by herself to a resort that is 20 minutes from her house. Gotta love her sense of adventure! Close enough to still go to church on Easter but far enough away to….to what? The place is right by the mall she goes to every week? I’m still laughing.
Figuring out how to add WordPress to my URL thanks to a very talented and most creative person in the world and you know who you are! Her initials are CP. Thanks darling!
Amazing customers who trust me and challenge me and appreciate me and pay me. Woo hoo.
Finishing a project with a customer who doesn’t fit in the #7 grateful category.
Hot oatmeal with brown sugar. Just cuz it is that kind of a day.
The birds chirping. I know I have said it before – but the sound of life outside reminds me of all of the wonderful gifts of spring.