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Oh happy day!

Grrrrrrr!!! My eyes cracked open at 5:45am this morning. SERIOUSLY!
Sleepy sleepy sleepy. I flopped one leg over my warm blankets and closed my eyes.
"it smells good in here"
Deep breath. 6:10 - REALLY??? I doze.
7:19am bink bink bink. Three lingering text messages arrive that put a grin on my face.
Sleepy Sleepy Sleepy. Good morning conversation.
Streeeeeeeeeeetch
Coffee - mmmmmmmm coffee. Computer on.
I look over my shoulder from the computer.
"i love my home. oh my god - i love my home."
The coffee pot gurgled a tune to let me know it was ready to join me.
Turn around - the sun had begun to pour through my window.
Last night was Friday night. I had the most amazing dinner with my parents.
I'm sure I talked their ears off - I love them so much. On the way home I drove by my favorite restaurant, planning to stop for a glass of wine but less than three blocks away was home. As I bypassed the parking place that was seemingly awaiting my arrival, I realized how in love with my new home I am.
Coffee is so good in the morning - especially when it serves the purpose "enjoyment" rather than "necessity".
I turn again.
"i need my camera . . . get the camera"
Sara Bareilles sings to me; she's not going to write me a love song.
But I don't need one.

I love vintage!

This afternoon in the middle of yet another fabulous Monday, I was handed a pleasant surprise.
It was in fact a beautiful, dull black Polaroid camera.
It reminded me of being 7, playing tennis in the back yard (hitting the ball against the wall of the garage). My parent's brown Datsun wagon and pictures of my first puppy, Fritz - standing on the tree stump in our front yard.
I ogled it with glee, and said "OH MY GOSH, DOES IT WORK??"
She took the camera, flipped it open, snapped a picture of me and Voi La!
A few shakes and 5 minutes later there I was - imaged on the finest Polaroid paper the 80's made!
It is big, clunky, has the worst color quality ever AND instant gratification!
It was the highlight of my Monday.