I must admit, I’m pretty excited for fall. I know, we’re just about to hit San Francisco’s “Indian Summer”, but that doesn’t mean I can’t pull out my cinnamon scented candles and morph the color scheme of my house from bright and airy to warm and cozy.
I can hardly believe I’ve been living in San Francisco for four years.
Two weeks ago, I received one of the best pieces of praise I’ve ever received.
If I had a nickel for every time I heard someone say, “There’s not enough time in the day!” I would be, well, filthy rich.
2013 has been a tough year so far. We’re already four months in and I’m wondering both where the time went and why it can’t go faster. Now, in the scheme of things, this year hasn’t been that bad.
We always had this running joke, my brother and me. I would always introduce him as “my little brother.” But at the ripe age of about 11, he outgrew me.
Last week, I did a good deed. I do good deeds all the time (if I do say so myself), but this one was especially good.
I wasn’t going to write this blog post. Well, I was going to write it, but not the way it’s now written. I’m not one to be incentivized to write product reviews.
