goodbye, darkness!

The living room renovation is under way! Ok. So it's not so much a renovation as a redecoration. Whatever. Our new couch has been ordered - super comfy micro suede with a chaise! But because we're super fancy and didn't go with one of the stock colors, we're gonna have to wait a few months (MONTHS!) for it's arrival. And we're thinking about a distressed leather club chair for one of the corners but may wait until the couch is in place so we can be sure of sizing/fit. In the meantime, I took advantage of a drapery sale and picked up the organic cotton basket weave curtains I had been eyeing.

They let in so much more light but we'll have to be careful we don't over-neutral the room. Ya know? Clayton and I both agreed that we could bring in color with vibrant curtain tie-backs. And our house warming present from Grandma is a quilted throw with tons of great color variety. So I think the end result will be light and airy but not at all boring. Here's hoping!

When I asked Clayton if he had a color preference for the tie backs (I love it when he actually has an opinion!), he said - sheepishly - red. Why sheepishly? The dark and not-at-all-us curtains I just took down? Red. Yeah. But what my baby wants, my baby gets. With an amy twist, of course! One stop at our neighborhood vintage store later and a bunch of red 1960s skinny ties get repurposed as part of our new decor.

Today was such a good day:)

yeah, he's a keeper

"Amy, I love you. I can't wait to see you tonight and I can't wait to keep seeing you day after day. I am hopelessly in love with you and think you are the bee's knees. Love, Clayton"


(So, so sorry my love! But you're just too cute/sweet/perfect not to share! I love you!!!!!!)

what's a little pity party between friends?

So, that cranky cold I mentioned? Not so much a cold but still oh so very cranky.

I have otitis. An ear infection. Really. I'm a 33 y/o grown woman with an ear infection. It's not that I'm not fully aware that it is more than possible to have otitis as an adult. It just makes me feel like a kid again. And not in a good way. Ya know?

I had tons of problems with my ears growing up. But the last time I struggled with this was almost 15 years ago. I was 18 y/o and it was my senior prom. Woohoo. Even then I remember thinking that I was way too old for this crap. The drama ended with pain relief by way of an eardrum rupture the morning after prom. Double woohoo.

Never anticipated a repeater. I couldn't sleep at all last night. The pain was that bad. If there had been an object small enough to fit into my ear canal handy by my bedside, I may very well have done something drastic. I, after all, remember the sweet release of a good ol' hole to the tympanic membrane. Yep. That bad.

Got through the day with heavy doses of ibuprofen and tylenol along with the very sweet and accommodating Clayton by my side. When I got to work this afternoon I had one of my partners take a peak in my offending ear.

So, yeah. Otitis.

Woohoo. Woohoo. Woohoo.

Makes me miss my momma . . .

francais partie de diner

just super, thanks

today's happys (and not even 830 in the morning yet!):

1. drinking coffee in my pjs and my ridiculously comfortable and indulgent ugg-lies

2. an amazingly beautiful picture seen on a quick facebook stalk of my sweet Polly Liz and her sweet little girls

3. finding comfort through a cranky cold with one of Dad's old handkerchiefs

4. the promise of a semi-productive day at home before the trek into the hospital at 4 and a semi-productive evening at work

5. spontaneous amy smiles whenever clayton thoughts pop into my head