Want Spring. Want Spring now, dammit. Winter has definitely overstayed her welcome.
I deliberately skipped NCIS last night 'cause I didn't feel like watching Tony get framed for murder again. Laziness in writers inspires meh feelings in me.
I don't know if it's anal-retentiveness or simply being home fashion-conscious when I buy boxes of Kleenex specifically because the colors match those in my place. Probably the former.
I swear, those windchimes were one of the best things I've bought in years -- I can tell when it's windy without even pulling back the curtains. Yeah, so not going to Michael's today.