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2012: Mar 21

The last two girl scout cookies of the season. Kind of glad to see them go. I don't have the resolve to resist these kinds of things.

2012: Mar 20

I pulled out some mightily stale balloons to get a heads up on Eastering. To say that my cheeks are sore is a gross understatement. And also an unfair statement, as I had The Mr. blow up the lion's share of mini balloons once he got back from the gym.

2012: Mar 19

A new stitching project, freehand with my perle cottons on that gray sheeting that's been cut up for different projects and floating around in scrap form. We'll see how far I get on this before dumping it for ever pressing Easter ideas.

2012: Mar 17

I've got exactly zero items in my wardrobe of a greenish persuasion. And St. Patrick's day is perhaps my least favorite of the holidays that aren't. So I make no special effort to dress to avoid Irish ridicule. The Boy's incessant pinching, however, led to an impromptu greenification of today's mostly gray getup.

2012: Mar 15

Bear, the contortionist, discovers that our empty laundry basket makes a most suitable curling-up space, a close second to The Mr.'s suitcase which she routinely drags out from under our bed.

2012: Mar 14

Friends in exotic locales as Colorado and California, and The Mr., coming back from the geekier half of SXSW, report that Spring is indeed happening out there. I don't actually mind the non-existent Springs here, the cold and wet right through the end of summer. And I was even suited up and prepared to go out for my run today. But in the end I just couldn't bring myself to be that cold and that wet, hauling Bear along in the jogger. So instead I took her to Target, which now carries Yan Yan.

2012: Mar 13

Across the street from my office is another set of offfices perched on a parking garage. So it's not what you'd call a scenic view. Still, the buds on that tree, three stories up here, are starting to grow, and before long those little flitting birds will be twirling around on the branches, and there's really never a drawback to having a window.