<p>There are no pictures to share today, just words. There hasn&#8217;t been a lot of time for photos lately (or maybe there has, but I&#8217;m not sly enough to recognize the moments when they come). What there has been is a lot of six day work weeks. I don&#8217;t work in a salt mine, or [&hellip;]</p>

<p>Garrett the Husband decided to make me some homemade valentines this year. I have a fondness for those cheesy, almost nonsensical vintage ones, with the puns that don&#8217;t really mean anything. And if there&#8217;s one thing he&#8217;s good at, it&#8217;s hilarious nonsense. I&#8217;m pretty sure he could make a living at it if someone would [&hellip;]</p>

<p>I don&#8217;t hop on many bandwagons. I typically watch them drive past while I&#8217;m walking down Bland Lane in my sensible shoes on my way to the Boring Store. But every once in a while, there&#8217;s a bandwagon that catches my eye. This time, it&#8217;s the Festivus bandwagon.  Festivus is a  season for giving (but [&hellip;]</p>

<p>Next week is the annual Theme Week at my office, which includes three days of ridiculous, themed outfits (and one day of competitive breakfast-making&#8230; and one day off). We all had a chance to throw theme ideas in the hat and somehow two of mine were chosen this year (humblebrag). We have: Sweater Day Dress [&hellip;]</p>