the new shoes. they are Dansko clogs and super comfortable but they sound like horse hooves. what to do...? i hate hate hate hate hate loud anything, especially shoes, and i refuse to be the person with the loud shoes. but they're sooooo soft and polyveltish (but not that ugly, i swear...)
wondering
if the Dad next door who honks his horn one time at 7am and 3 times at 7:03am ever heard of just going inside and yelling for his kid to get a move on...or maybe even text messaging said child??? i kinda sorta hate that man and i've never even met him yet (but i'm betting he is just like Earl from the Waitress...)
walking
the shining sea bikeway this morning and hoping it's cold enough to not see a single solitary soul (except the hubbie who meets me with the dogs on the way back ;)
craving
beans on toast. i actually cannot stand English baked beans anymore, now i only like the American ones in the super thick super sweet tomato sauce... the 80% English me is 80% American these days...
getting
a new lens today which i promise i WILL NOT open till Christmas. at least, i will try my hardest and sit on my hands and really really try to not open it to just check that it's not faulty and how it handles low light and how sharp the edges are...
wearing
Jo Malone nutmeg and ginger. it smells like baking with my Grandmas in deepest darkest wooliest England in the 1970s (when nothing ever went wrong.... right? well, except for Elvis dying... i still remember that day ;)
one of my lucky numbers: 643 and President Barack Obama on inauguration day 2009:)
