I think this might be the first ever Ellie post that is entirely 100% indoors.. not even a window to the outside! Winter is weird.
Jacquie momentarily forgot the two other posts about that day -- when we spent all afternoon outside on the beach, and then when we spent all evening outside around the fire looking like hellraisers.
(Jacquie did write further: "Okay wait, I take it back. There's a kitchen window.. and either a window or a glass front cabinet behind the couch. Incidentally, when I enlarged the busy snacking photo to check for windows, I couldn't help but notice that the guy next to you appears to be sleeping. Or dead*.")
But you know what? Jacquie's right: Winter is weird.
Last week when I was at the pool a woman was innocuously asked by another, "How are you?" "Eh," she replied. "January's not my favorite month."
"Not your favorite month?!" I thought, "So you just live through an entire month of your life answering 'Eh'"?!
I mean really. That is a terrible attitude.
I know January's not the best month; I know that. I know winter's not the best season; I know that too. It's the worst season. It's weird for the love of pete.
But still. At the moment? It's all we got.
Plus, look at all the *fun* one can have in one small winter month:
French Onion Soup is not the only game in town 'round these parts.*
*[It may not be the only soup in town, but it's the best soup in town.]
A breakfast visit from one of my oldest* friends and her two spectacular daughters!
But do you know what one of the very best things about January is?
It's not my birthday!
Which apparently makes no difference at all. Because I've received not one . . .
|I *love* them, Jennie.|
. . . but two . . .
|I *love* it, Julie.|
. . . birthday gifts this January.
What Winter Doldrums?