February is winging by at lightning speed, the daffodils are starting to peek out (no kidding!) and Meg’s least favorite month is coming to an end. Thank God it’s only 28 days, otherwise she’d have to shoot it.
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In local news, an arrest was made at a local supermarket for basket rage in the 12 or less checkout aisle. I’m not making this up. Luckily Meg drives to ANOTHER TOWN to do her groceries in peace. She doesn’t care how much you save on sour cream and red peppers, Market Basket is the equivalent of an insane asylum.
Plus if she goes to the cool market, she finds stuff like this:
Crepini’s come in sweet and savory varieties, Meg especially loves the portobello mushroom and parmesan.
Secondly it’s school vacation week. I rest my case about what happens in restaurants, malls and the gym during this 7 day period of making parents and kids have forced fun together. She hates to bear witness to all the tantrums, and she especially hates trolls who idle their cars waiting for a parking space. It’s nice and sunny out, don’t you think some exercise would be good for you?
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Meg has been on a mission painting woodwork, as well as this room:
It’s a nice sunny color called Windham Cream, that has the perfect touch of yellow in it; it makes to room ultra warm and
pretty. So far this corner is complete and back in place, and the family will continue the project next weekend, where they tackle the Downton Abbey part of the room, aka “The Library”.
Meg actually has a complete set of old Dickens novels displayed because she thinks they look cool, and that’s what makes it a very British library.
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To make spring feel more like it’s on the way, she purchased this navy and white Ikat jacket:
It looks much better with the collar down and the sleeves joojed up.
Love NAVY AND WHITE!
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Let’s all count down the days til’ spring, shall we?
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Downton is done for the season.
The white stuff is still all over Denver.
Ain’t no daffodils poking their heads up.
It’s enough to drive a girl to drink. But so, of course, is the clock striking “happy hour.”
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I don’t care what room that second picutre is I want that entry, over and over and over again. AND OVER AGAIN.