It is obvi­ous that I didn’t real­ize that I would be shar­ing my feather duvet with a 6’4,  200lb man.  I would have got­ten the King size.

Me:  “They should make toi­let reclin­ers.”
Sher­man:  “No…they shouldn’t”
Just one of the con­ver­sa­tions that hap­pens around our house…

Sher­man has been clean shaven a few times in our rela­tion­ship.  Our wed­ding was one…he was some when we were dating…I can’t really remem­ber any oth­ers.
I remem­ber the last time shaved though, well not specif­i­cally the time, but my reac­tion, which was to the best of my knowl­edge “Oh my God!  What hap­pened to your face?!”
I […]

I’m putting this up for Sher­man.  Because he loves fonts.  Not all fonts, just good fonts.  So here’s a lit­tle font porn for him because I know he digs my num­bers on here.
0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89, 144…
If you don’t know what this is you should.  It’s beauty.
And for good […]

I have had a very good day.  A fan­tas­tic bal­ance of work and play.  Vis­ited friends, got a lot done around the house, did laun­dry, chat­ted with Sher­man, played with Ijah and my sil­ver­ware drawer is still orga­nized.
I know that sounds like a lit­tle thing, and it is…but it’s really nice to be able to […]

I’ve adopted a few of my hus­bands quirks in our short mar­riage.  One of my favorites though is the wrap­ping of gifts in alu­minum foil.  Prac­ti­cal, recy­clable and almost always on hand.
Some gifts you don’t even need to use tape.  And oddly shaped pack­ages are never a prob­lem.
Not to men­tion shiny.  You gotta love shiny.

I remem­ber the first time I met you, I remem­ber the booth and what you were wear­ing. I remem­ber the par­ties you threw and how some­how I started being the first one there, and then a sort of co-host.  I remem­ber all of our walks around the lake, both before and after “us”.  I remember […]

Sher­man threw out his back.  Some­where between pack­ing up the car from a sec­ond floor apart­ment, haul­ing boats around, lift­ing bat­ter­ies, babies, and sleep­ing on a crappy bed he has got­ten into full out old man, can’t move mode.  He hates it, I get it.  He’s kinda funny about it, kinda pout­ing, try­ing to do […]

Some of my favorite things are happy accidents…it’s a term my ceram­ics teacher used a lot…I guess he knew I never really had a plan…
I’d love to say that I took this pic­ture.  I didn’t.  Sher­man took it, and for some rea­son I just love it.  I think the soft­ness, the color, the warmth, is beautiful.  […]

Sher­man and I see uni­corns some­times.  You know, things that you never see, things that barely exist.  I found one in my very own fridge…
Cheese that had molded…maybe not odd in many peo­ples home…but here, with Sher­man, cheese is lucky to make it into the fridge.  This lit­tle guy must have hidden…