Coffee breath

Yesterday morning I bypassed all the chores that needed done & decided to just craft. I don't get to do that too often since moving to Nebraska. I've said that many times before. But it's true. I suppose my energies have rerouted themselves. Things like writing, photography, & spending more time with my kidlets have taken over. I've been attempting to prepare more homecooked meals every week, find more moments with the Mr., & volunteering in various roles at the church.
So I blogged & crafted to my heart's content while the Mr. dropped the girls off at school & then completed his daily gym routine. When he got home we went on a coffee date. (After he showered, of course.) We try to take advantage of these mini dates at least once a week. We sit & talk quietly in the coffee shop, which is more of a gift shop/floral shop, but there are a couple bistro-style tables with chairs. If they had a couch & played background music, we'd prolly camp out there. (Which is prolly why they don't have a couch or music.) I love that I can walk in & they know my drink of choice. (Let me remind you, I live in a town of barely 1600 people.)

While we sipped our hot drinks, the Mr. & I mapped out ideas for what to do for the girls on Valentines Day. I have my eye on some adorable fox plush animals for sale in th exact shop we sit in. Maybe those & some small boxes of chocolates. My man & I are also trying to figure out where he & I might go on that morning while the girls are still in school, & what trouble we could cause on the afternoon of February 14th. We have a few ideas, which mostly involve coffee in the AM, & lunch at our favorite taco stand-turned-taco restaurant hole-in-the-wall.  (Which means we may end up down the street at Walmart, hand in hand, choosing our favorite antacid.) Such is our love.

I'm cozy on the couch as I write this. We are under a winter storm warning. We were supposed to get snow this morning. But as I look out the window, there's not a spot of white on the ground. It mostly just looks miserably cold. And for whatever reason, I'm in a funky mood where all that I try to bottle up starts eeking out. I'm dreading work this morning. The first part of my Friday mornings at the newspaper involve walking up & down Main Street getting ads. It's not my favorite thing to do. I'm not a good schmoozer. I don't want to be a good schmoozer. And I'm not a fan of rejection. Or awkward business-related niceties. I race through that part of my job so I can find my office chair on wheels & plop in front of my dual-screened computer where I open computer graphics programs & pretend like I know what I'm doing, & dream of someday being a graphics rockstar. Aaah, that's much better.

Today the kids at school get out early so everyone can go to support our high school team at the basketball tournament a few towns over.  Is that small town stuff? It makes me giggle nonetheless. I think the Mr. will take one of the girls. It'll be a long night. So I will most likely stay home with the little one. I'm betting she & I will cook up some cocoa, piled high with marshmallows, & watch a movie of our choosing from blockbuster.com.

Though I'd much rather stay & chat, it's time to shed the pajama's & put on my winter gear.
Have a lovely Friday.
♥