Confession

Ok. I have a confession to make

It's about..an addiction. obsession, if you will

I. have.

an unhealthy obsession...

with this lovely, gorgeous lady right here

and I find this horrible "imitation" ....absolutely revolting...

and if I ever meet this..paris hilton woman..I will slap her for trying to impersonate such a lovely. humble, beautiful woman. because she clearly is none of these..

I mean who allowed her to do this? who said "sure paris you'd totally be a super-cool audrey hepburn!" someone who clearly has no taste. I mean..loook at her. she just looks..sinister

nevermind. Its just wrong. thats my point-and I had to share

does everyone agree with me on this? should she NOT ever have been allowed to do this???

in other news, today is a GORGEOUS day!

and my fabulous husband sent me flowers for no reason
sigh..la vita e bella!

Don't sweat the small stuff!

This morning I woke up at a reasonable time ( not too reasonable..my hair is still a little wet)

I got to work on time - there was a cookie on my desk- aand I turned on the tv and guess what was on ...Sabrina!!!



Today is a beautiful day full lots of small happy things

Count That Day Lost

If you sit down at set of sun

And count the acts that you have done,

And, counting, find

One self-denying deed, one word

That eased the heart of him who heard,

One glance most kindThat fell like sunshine where it went --

Then you may count that day well spent.

But if, through all the livelong day,

You've cheered no heart, by yea or nay --

If, through it all

You've nothing done that you can trace

That brought the sunshine to one face--

No act most smallThat helped some soul and nothing cost --

Then count that day as worse than lost.

George Eliot (Mary Anne Evans)