Last weekend, I was running around wearing a light jacket. I grilled our supper outside on a bbq. It tasted like summer. Like the rest of the city, I was really hoping the nice weather would be here to stay. No such luck. It’s been freezing here all week. I come home, put on some slippers and pour myself countless cups of tea.

I’m really taking this new home owner role to heart. I don’t want to go into shock when I actually have to pay heat and hydro bills so I’m starting to wean myself off of the cozy apartment feel now. The sooner the better. We’ve been living in the tropics for the past year. Jimmy would seriously change into shorts and t-shirts the minute he got home from work. No more….I’m putting my slippered foot down. Now Jimmy’s menopausal mother will be able to visit longer than 5 minutes.

Ok, for anyone wondering….I called and no, Erin didn’t answer. I left voicemail asking her to call me back. Still haven’t heard from her. I was ready to forgive and give her another shot. Now I’m mad. Ignoring her phone calls was my right. She flashed her goodies to my family and friends at my wedding. She was in the wrong and I was allowed to be disappointed. What are the rules?? She should have returned my call right? She should be grateful that I want to talk again right?? Well then, why hasn’t she called? She’s as stubborn as I am I guess.

I’m on a search for sparkly silver flip-flops. I had the cutest pair last summer that I wore every day. They were damn uncomfortable for the first few weeks but I was determined to break the suckers in. Anyone up to the challenge to help me search??? I don’t know what you’re reward will be, but I promise it’ll be huge!!!


like this, but with sparkles