It's official...How I Met Your Mother is ruining my life. My sister turned me onto the show a few weeks ago when I innocently asked if there was anything good to watch on Netflix since it seems I have gone through all the documentaries and indie films already. She said there is this one show...HIMYM...and it is really funny...and that's how she survived two years working for a corporate retail giant. I started watching last week and the first few episodes didn't do much for me. But it was easy watching so I kept it on and then, OMG it's now my life! I've been deep cleaning our house so I reward myself after each arduous task with an episode (or two). In my head: After I wash 50 sf of carpet I will watch an episode. After I scrub the shower I will watch another. And it goes on! I've even been blowing off my family for the show. When my sister calls these days, all I have to say is: Well, I am, you know. And she replies: Yeah, girl, I know. And we hang up. It is getting bad! Thankfully I am already on season four so I only have five more to go. I need my life back!
|The pond behind our house turns a beautiful aquamarine color during the springtime.|
|The view from our master bedroom. It's been warm enough to finally open a few windows and now our house smells like spring--yay.|
|I went shopping for some warm weather clothes and took my assistant with me. Apparently he was taking pictures of me trying on the clothes...oh the way he has my heart.|