Over the weekend, this non-tech savvy Nashville gal (my college boyfriend gifted me a hammer to use on a printer I could never operate – and yes, I went Office Space on its ass) figured out how to sign up and navigate (kinda) Twitter. I’ve arrived!
Who wants to put the gadget/gizmo/widget/whatever the F you call it on my page for me?
What would a bath be without wine? I was perusing my cabinets for an open bottle and found one half full. From last weekend. Without a cork. Hmm…
I sent the tweet bird to my expert wine blogging buddy The Winegetter (@thewinegetter) to see if I would somehow perish from drinking a slightly stale bottle of red. He answered with great concern 8 hours later (a time difference better have something to do with the speediness!) asking if it was too late.
Thankfully, I was alive, kickin’ and able to respond. Phew.
Teddy bathed in the smallest box possible while I was soaking my cares away.
And he promptly found fuchsia tissue (so obviously my cat) to keep warm until we met up for a date on the couch.
I found a ‘chandelier’ to put on my lust list for home goods at the always delicious Mellow Mushroom.
While strolling a fancy Nashville neighborhood on Sunday, I snapped this picture of a real mansion that shares the same zip code of my mini-manse (only I live on the skid row portion in 600 square feet. But by God, I share the same zip!).
A quick trip to the Nashville Farmer’s Market proved worthy although it’s January.
I just had a hard time deciding between the tomat-oh and the to-mah-to.
Ted’s ‘Uncle Brother’ Elvis (I rescued the black cat below from my parent’s backyard Thanksgiving 2011. We were supposed to have ‘joint’ custody, although he’s at my folks’ house 100% of the time. Therefore, is he Ted’s uncle or brother?) came in for a play date on Sunday afternoon.
As soon as I adopted Teddy, I got this fabulous pink carrier for him to trot in and out of, which he refused to do and now travels coddled in a blanket on my lap. But of course now that it belongs to Elvis, he was more than happy to explore its contents.
And demanded that he was King of the Carrier.
I ended my relaxing weekend the way it began. With a stud.
A weekend full of silver linings, indeed!