thoughts

How do I best shepherd this insurance money?

I cannot believe how excited I am to cook the two whole chickens I bought on sale today.  One for stock and one to roast.  Yum!

I am so looking forward to getting my bike out of my parents garage and taking it for a spin tonight/this weekend.  My legs are yearning to stretch.

I remembered something the other day.  DH had told me of a Christmas gift he’d planned to give me.  I had told him that I had always wanted the American Girl doll named Samantha, and that they were retiring her and now I’d never get the chance.  He searched high and low and even took his punky Hot Topic self into the American Girl store at MOA to try and fufill this (very expensive) wish.  Thankfully, they were sold out.  See, I neglected to differentiate that it was the 2^nd-grader-self that had wished for a Samantha doll.  I was a very blessed, and perhaps indulged, only child.  I already had two American Girl dolls, Felicity and Addy.  I never had nor will never need a Samantha doll.  But it was so sweet of DH to notice that, and remember it when it came to gifts.   And really, the fact that he remembered my off-hand ramblings and set out on this mission is a better gift than a 20-something trying to store a really expensive doll in her already too-small apartment.