Planning our first camping trip! I've been wanting to do this forever. We aren't quite up to tent-and-sleeping-bag level. More like cabin-in-the-woods level. The pups will be coming and there will be so much fresh air and hiking and sunshine and I can't wait.
Making so many lists it hurts. I'm supremely type A and it's definitely getting worse with age.
Feeling like I'm over-committing myself. As usual. I have so much creative energy that it's impossible to put a lid on it. Womp.
Anticipating my 26th birthday. I adore growing older. I can't wait until I'm 35. Or 60. That seems like the best age.
Worrying about tornadoes. In the middle of January. Because this is Texas and apparently it doesn't care.
Starting yoga! Just joined a new studio and gosh, it's hard.
Hating...erm, this book, actually. I read the first one and adored it, then went on to Son of Shadows and literally could.not.stand.it. It was offensive in its badness.
Wondering is it wrong to take bad books personally? Rhetorical question. Of course not.
Thinking that I might watch Fifty Shades of Grey. About two years behind the curve, but I'm practically 60 now so I get a pass.
Loving Texas for getting one thing right: winter temps. High in the 60s/70s all next week. Two thumbs up Texas, now just cut out that hurricane nonsense.