I spent a good part of the day with my sister and her girls. My sister was in a rather serious car accident this week, hit by a dude who ran a red light and smashed her into a UPS truck. She's relatively fine, but her car isn't. So it was minivan shopping, yo. I'll venture it's something I'll never do for myself, so I was game. After all, I hold the belts from both federations when it comes to negotiating....you see where I'm going here...that's right....I'm Marvin Haggler....so she was happy to have me along. She'll be picking up her new mommy-mobile next week.
Then it was back into my own sportier whip for some shopping: shower products, then textiles, then clothes, then food. Doesn't that sound like a slice of heaven, y'all? I'm just home now. Having some hot and sour soup and laundering my new sheets. Mmmmmm.....I know some of you are sticklers for insanely high thread counts, but you can have the slick, I like the friction. These are something like 300,plenty for me, and there is a curious weave that is divine. Love some texture. When I was opening them up, a little note fell out. I couldn't get my camera to capture the text, so I'll copy it here:
Sometimes, I feel as if I'm always cleaning up a mess. If I'm not picking it up, then I'm putting it away. But, when everything is in its place, I feel like I'm finally in mine. I hope that when you find the perfect place for this, it helps you find yours. Live well, Nate.Isn't he just the sweetest thing?