1000 beautiful things

Monday, January 31, 2011

mothers who call at just the right time

Going to a Dirty Mittens concert then, on the way home, listening to the Dirty Mittens with my best boy, while making our own intertwining drum beats

i keep bumping into photo booth pictures of me with my favorite portlanders.

The smell of cinnamon in my coffee reminds me of my B.

grandma kisses

SWEATPANTS.

feeling like I may vomit (in a good way) when I think of her

pretty girls who smell like almond and shea butter and wilderness and bears and freedom.

Finding a two-liter bottle of Topo Chico in the Ssip.

that one lady at cracker barrel who calls everyone "hun." i think her name is Debra.

Ev's laugh

watching a marathon of the show How I Met Your Mother with kittens on my lap