I don't think I will ever be satisfied with the way my blog looks, I swear my taste changes every day depending on what I ate for breakfast, and if we have soda pop in the fridge, and which way the wind is blowing and what comes in the mail.
I hear rumors that winter is not warm this year, but late. That we are still in fall, and winter will come in spring, and so on. I can't handle that bit of news. I know that if this happens, we will gather together all our loose coins or something- and travel.
The gentleman at the library handed me back my books with the smallest one on bottom, all face down. And I had them so sizably stacked. I was way too annoyed.
I'm loving this: