It's the first day of fall--my favorite season. I have all my sweaters thrown around the apartment, and I decide I am tired of them all. I found a decent thrift store yesterday and I bought two sweaters and some matching hand-painted teacups and saucers. I noticed a decent piece of furniture to refinish, and art-deco dresser and mirror, but the asking price is too steep for the bother of hauling it home and baptizing it in stripper, sand paper, and varnish.
I show off my finds to Hun. He looks unimpressed with them all. He asks me if I plan on washing the sweaters before I wear them. He reminds me we have plenty of teacups and mugs bursting forth from our cabinets. I explain I plan to decorate with them, not drink with them.
I make birthday lasagna for Hun in the kitchen. He comes to kiss me and investigate my progress.
While the lasagna is baking, I wallop Hun at backgammon. Thunder crashes and rain pours down from the sky.
We rush outside and test Hun's new rain gear. He is in awe of the GorTex contraption, playing with all the little gadgets. He is in heaven.
Although my jacket keeps my torso relatively dry, my jeans are soaked.
We return to our apartment. Hun still praises the virtues of his new raincoat. I peel off my soaked jeans. Hun points out the only dry spot on my jeans is the area around my butt. He snickers and I roll my eyes--but I smile anyway.
Hun takes out the lasagna to cool. He wallops me at backgammon.
We eat lasagna and watch Jack Bauer save the world yet again on 24.
I make cinnamon rolls and black coffee this morning . . . mmmm . . . I love fall.