// Today, as in the 5th of February, is always my least favorite day of the year (except expat Thanksgiving of course, but I don't have to worry about that one anymore). It's the day after my birthday and I'm invariably feeling deflated like one of those sad looking helium balloons the day after a party. All of the excitement and joy of yesterday, the tons of emails and Facebook messages, gone. Meh. (Yes I'd like a little cheese with my whine thank you for very much.)
// Lately I've been obsessed with the 80s. My full on nostalgia is being fueled by The Carrie Diaries and The Goldbergs. I cannot get enough of those shows, they make me long for my childhood. Man, I want to go back to 1985! It really was a simpler time (and poofier with lots more neon).
// I'm finally reading Gone With the Wind. I'm about halfway through, it's fantastic, I truly cannot believe that I've made it this far into my life without reading it. One of the best things about it is Scarlett's use of the phrase, "oh fiddle-dee-dee" which I'm guessing she says instead of, "oh f**k". It reminds me of my Nana who would say, "oh fiddlesticks" or sometimes "oh fiddle-faddle" when she was feeling extra fancy. I need to try and say that instead of the F word. I'm not sure if it's because of the stress of the move or what, but I'm saying, F U you know what, way too often lately. It's not dignified.
// Fifty's crate for his flight to America arrived. He was very skeptical at first but only one day after it arrived, he was in it (Confession: A few slices of ham may have helped). I've since put his bed inside of it and now he hangs out in there whenever he goes for a lie down. I'm so relieved.
// The night before my birthday, I got an early present; Bradley Cooper speaking French on the news again. Enjoy.
// Justin Beiber. Ugh. Discuss.