Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Guesting // Elizabeth from E Tells Tales

Hello Friends!
While I am off introducing my parents to NYC,
I wanted to leave you inspired by some of my favorite ladies in all of blogland.
Please show them some love here in the comments and then make your way over to their own blogs.
You will be so glad you did!

Welcome Elizabeth from E Tells Tales!

Hi everyone! I'm Elizabeth from E Tells Tales...a blogger friend of sweet Molly. I've made a little appearance here before, and I'm happy to be taking over the reigns today so she can put her feet up for a nice little foot rub after trucking her parents around NYC (hear that Justin?).


I'd like to call this one "We cuss where I come from" (or, Finding your blogger voice).

I get lots of questions from readers about how I got to where I am in blogland (even though I still have a long way to go) and what they can do to get more readers/followers/comments. In fact, Molly and I discussed that very thing in one of our first late night email sessions.

I've been blogging for 2+ years and this is what I've got:

+ cuss if you want, dammit: We cuss at home, yes, even around our sweet baby. We also have that "We should stop cussing around the baby I'll put a quarter in a jar if you will" convo nearly every day.

{My baby...already picking up mommy's bad habits}

My point is, you should write how you talk. If you cuss at home, around your best friends who love you, and at your mother-in-law (kidding!), you should write that way on your blog because people come to love you as a writer just as they do in real life. It goes both ways though--don't try to be slammin no slang if that's just not you. When you're being you, readers can relax because they'll come to recognize your voice.

+ strive for "girl talk": You know when you've been cooped up too long and finally get a night out with your girlfriends? You all have a drink or four and keep shoving food in your mouth because you don't want the night to end? You get to that place where you're telling stores one right after the other and your best friend is laughing so hard she pees herself a little? Find that and write it.

+ keep it up...or don't: I lost almost all my loyal followers/commenters when I got preg last year and was too busy barfing my guts into a bowl to give a shit about blogging. I went from 60+ comments a day to nothing. I was sad about that because rebuilding sucks hard, but it was good for me too, you know? Basically, pregnancy had razed my blog for the better. I started writing with a voice that was more my own (see here) because there were less people watching. The people who did come by stayed for the long haul because we had conversations in the comments and they felt comfortable enough to email me. My point is, followers are easy come, easy go. Use your blog to be yourself and make friends instead.

+ the quick fix: So maybe you want to start today and see results today. Go to your favorite blog, read through the comments there to find other bloggers you like, and leave comments on those blogs. Introduce yourself, make friends, tell them what you like about their blog. Do this in your spare time and people will start to notice you. They'll recognize your avatar, they'll see how funny you are in your comments and come see what you're all about. But remember, blogging is best when you're real. That's how you attract real readers. When you're fake, you get fake in return.

Thanks for having me Molly, and happy blogging everyone!

Note from Molly: Elizabeth, Thank you for being so real, so funny, so you.
I love you. Have I ever told you that?
Well, now you know.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Guesting // Carolyn from Life in Graz

Hello Friends!
While I am off introducing my parents to NYC,
 I wanted to leave you inspired by some of my favorite ladies in all of blogland.
Please show them some love here in the comments and then make your way over to their own blogs.
You will be so glad you did!

Welcome Carolyn from Life in Graz!

Where do you live?
- Graz, Austria

Our little fam out and about town.

How long have you lived there?  And is this your first home away from the States?
- A little over 2 years.  Yes, first time living out of America.

Where are you originally from?
- Houston, Texas

My big fam back home

What brought you to Austria?
- Husband's postdoctorate research

What do you do for a living?
- I do blog designs for some extra money, but I don't make a living from it. :)
I never found a job due to insufficient German skills, so I created my own little stay-at-home work.

Do you speak German fluently?  If so, how long did it take you to learn?  Do you find it to be an easy language?
- Um, no.  I took two 3-month / 4 hours a day / 5 days a week intensive courses in the first year we lived here, but when you don't get good, daily real life practice, it's almost impossible to become fluent.  I find I can read magazine articles fairly well and understand e-mails from some Austrian friends, but when it comes to speaking, I am sehr peinlich (embarrassed) and nicht so schnell (not very quick).  I'm not proud that I've lived here for over 2 years and am still not fluent, but the fact that Germans come to Austria, esp. southern Austria, and say they have a hard time understanding the German here makes me feel much better.  We learn one thing in school and hear a pretty mutated version of it out on the streets, which makes it really hard.  There's my excuse. :)

Oh, and to answer the second question, I did not and do not find it easy (Spanish is WAY easier), but if I compare it to Chinese or Hungarian, it doesn't seem quite so bad.

trying on Dirndls

What are the people like?
- The people are more reserved.  At first I thought it was snobby or a bit rude, but what I've come to learn is that that is just what they are used to. They find it fake that we automatically ask "How are you?" and don't always expect an answer.  I do miss the mega-friendliness in Texas, though.  Not the pushy salespeople or that regard, I like the Euro leave-you-alone style.

How long did it take until you felt mostly adjusted?

- I would say a year...and you keep adjusting more and more, of course, the longer you are here.  I felt mostly adjusted when I had a set of friends, when I knew enough German to order food and grocery shop, when my house had at least 5 pieces of furniture and when I was calling Graz 'home'. 

Coffee with friends (Argentina & Canada expats)

What were some of the hardest things/aspects to adjust to?
- Language, not working (no first), the WINTER

Snowy time I'm not used to being a Texan

What are some things/aspects you don't miss back home?
- Overconsumption (lots of people have said's a biggie), 'Keeping up with the Joneses' crapola, traffic

What are your top three faves about your current city or country?
- Most everything is in walking distance/public transportation (I LOVE makes more of an impact on your life and health (physical and mental) than you think), the old-fashioned charm (buildings, caf├ęs, our apt.) and the simpler way of living.

View of Graz from the Schlossberg (little mountain) in the center of the city

In what areas do you think moving abroad has helped you to grow?
- I didn't really realize the subconscious pressures and expectations that I felt back home (not really from friends and family, but society in general), until I moved away and felt sort of a freedom. Living here is kinda like a rather long sabbatical.  It gives you some serious perspective to step out (way out across the Atlantic) and see a different way of life than you're used to.

In Prague with a friend from home: summer '09

Fave places you've traveled in Europe?
- Don't really have a fave...I've really liked everywhere I've gotten to go.   Europe is wondey like that.

From Molly: Carolyn, you can now expect all of us to show up on your wondey doorstep!
 ps... Friends, Carolyn is so modest. She's a super talented blog designer. Go see for yourself.

Monday, August 29, 2011

Guesting // Paula from Two Ellie

Hello Friends!
While I am off introducing my parents to NYC,
I wanted to leave you inspired by some of my favorite ladies in all of blogland.
Please show them some love here in the comments and then make your way over to their own blogs.
You will be so glad you did!

Welcome Paula from Two Ellie!

Unlike Molly's most fabulous and adventurous life of moving place to place, I stay put. Boring maybe, but it fits the life we live. Well the Mr. and I, along with our two children of course, are considering a move. So far there is only one home in our area that even made our potential list. There's not much to say about it except it does have potential. It is the size the Mr. dreams of and I will be able to make it mine with LOTS of elbow grease and vision. While looking at homes I immediately have to imagine what it could be. What it could be if you took away the pink walls. Oh yes, you heard me right, a lovely deep pink that is. Here is what I envision at the start for the main living room...

I currently have an English roll arm sofa similar to this one from RH. I would add two matching arm chairs like these, just much cheaper I hope.

I adored this Groundworks silk fabric the minute I saw it. I would make it into curtains that would flank the wall of windows that happen to lead to an incredible view. A blue striped rug would make the room much less formal. I am not formal so my house shouldn't be either.

I love pillows. They can change the whole feel of a room. I personally like layers upon layers in similar colors with one accent color. It adds subtle texture and detail without being overwhelming.

Over the mantel I would add this horse photo my Mr. took. I adore it and him so it would be a win win. I also think it would be a bit of a surprise which I also like.

The walls would be painted white and the could-be-pretty built-ins would be painted a deep gray. The whole house really does just need to be dipped in a can of paint. So many colors it could make one dizzy.

I would then layer in my antique round marble top coffee table, a limed wood pedestal table between the two chairs, brass lamps, and then the details that would make it feel ever so loved. Okay, so maybe I am a nut and take the real estate shopping way too far! Ha.

Thank you Molly for allowing my nutty self to grace your most inspirational and witty blog. Hope I didn't tarnish it too badly.

Note from Molly:
Tarnish? Are you kidding me, Paula?
I think I speak for all of us when I say, please please let your style + classy way rub off on us!

Also, friends, be sure to check out Paula's Mister.
He's quite the talented photographer.

Friday, August 26, 2011

Guesting // Candis from lady lee in process

Hello Friends!
While I am off introducing my parents to NYC,
I wanted to leave you inspired by some of my favorite ladies in all of blogland.
Please show them some love here in the comments and then make your way over to their own blogs.
You will be so glad you did!

Welcome Candis from lady lee in process!


Hi Rigoloso fans! I'm Molly's friend Candis and have a blog of my own called lady lee in process.

I've always wanted a friend that I could lounge around with, eating snacks and reading books. Not having to speak, just reading quietly and having that be perfectly enjoyable. I have yet to meet the person who would be as fulfilled as I in such an activity. But I think that if I ever get to meet Molly in person, it very well may be her.

Molly asked me to guest post while she is spending some quality time with family. I couldn't decide for the longest time what to write and then I realized that I should just write what I write. So the following is just me writing. No real prompt or purpose, just words that come from an experience and beg to be written down so that I can look back someday and feel it all over again.


It was 11:30 pm and Westley had woken up to eat. He had rolled to his side and was half awake cooing and fussing at the slats of his crib. Putting my hand under his head and puffy diapered bottom I hoisted him into my arms and we settled into the chair in his room. I fed him marveling, as I frequently do, about how efficient and skilled he is at nursing.  He finished eating and threw his head back. His fair skin and rosy cheeks and lips made him look like a little angel in the dim light of his room. I studied his face for awhile still a bit in disbelief (even at almost 4 months in) that he is here and that he is my son.  I stood and propped him up against me hoping for a burp but not counting on it with how deep in sleep he seemed. Chest to chest we swayed to the sound of the loud August locust outside the window, his little head turned in toward my neck.

I closed my own eyes, wrapped my arms a bit snugger around his limp body and tried to experience this moment as fully as possible. I realize he is growing fast and that before I know it we'll be dancing together at his wedding instead of in his nursery.

He'll no longer fit in my arms.

He will no longer need me in every conceivable way.

Thank God that day is not today, I thought.

I savored a bit longer and then gently laid him back into his crib. My heart ached with love as I prayed a silent prayer and whispered goodnight to him.

I am so thankful for Westley. I am just a regular person living a normal life, but that boy makes me feel extraordinary. It's the love I think. You think you know love and then you have a baby and the love pulls your feet out from under you and sucks you into its ocean. I will forever be thankful God gave me Westley. Experiencing this kind of love is an enormous gift that puts all other things into perspective. It bowls me over daily and I try to always take the time to close my eyes and let it.

Note from Molly: Candis, thank you for melting my heart into about 50 trillion pieces, especially with that last pic!
Please sign me up for the do-nothing-chill-lounge party. Anyone else?

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Guesting // Shannon from The Scribble Pad

Hello Friends!
While I am off introducing my parents to NYC,
I wanted to leave you inspired by some of my favorite ladies in all of blogland.
Please show them some love here in the comments and then make your way over to their own blogs.
You will be so glad you did!

Welcome Shannon from The Scribble Pad!

The Fab (and drab) of City Living

Hello!  I am Shannon from The Scribble Pad.  I am so excited to be here guest posting for Molly.  You see, we are kindred spirits.  Do you want to know why?  Well, I guess I can tell you.

We love coffee and creamer.  Like seriously.  And they just aren't the same without each other.  Molly had a rough go when she ran out.  And I need toothpicks for my eyelids when I miss my morning cup.
There is an appreciation for shoes that runs deep in our soles...ha.  Too cheesy?  Well, it is true.  Good shoes are one of the finer points in life.  Which is why I know she can appreciate that one of the gifts I gave my husband last year was a shoe-fast.  Yes, you heard that correctly.  A shoe-fast.  I am not purchasing a single new pair for all of 2011.  Good thing Molly isn't joining me, or she would have passed up these beauties.
We live in very eggshell white corporate apartments.  It is a difficult existence, especially for bloggers who are enveloped in a flood on inspiration and design.  We go home to white walls.  We will band together and survive.  And continue to dream through pinterest.
Finally we married into difficult spelling.
You have likely read all about Molly's last name.
But here is how I spell mine, and folks still get it wrong:
SchreiBer - SCH - REI (Yes, the "E" is before the "I." I know.  Not what we learned in grade school.) - B as in boy - E - R.
You see!  Identical twin sisters tragically separated at birth. 
Because all of the things I just mentioned clearly have to do with genetics.
But alas, I better get on with the real reason you are reading this post.  Why city life is most often fantastically fabulous and other times, so terribly drab it makes us run for the hills, or Darien(just in case you missed it)

The fabulousness of city living:
There is never a shortage of things to do.  From museums (duh) to window shopping and people watching.  Cities offer the hustle and bustle that keep tourists coming back which gives the locals and ever changing landscape to observe.

4th of July at the White House.  Lots of people watching.
Becoming a local in a city opens your eyes to even more opportunities, like outdoor movie screenings or jazz nights in the garden, or outdoor concerts.  My personal favorite is when the marine corps or army bands play on the steps of the Capitol.  
this view is part of my commute.  jealous?
And then there is al fresco dining.  There is always a new restaurant to be found in the city.  With old buildings and tight spaces, restaurants doors spill into the sidewalks in warm weather.  Making eating out that much better!
Our son Behr is learning early!
Cities also host an abundance of fancy events.  And if you are lucky, you just might get invited.  One of the best perks to DC is the never ending line up of benefit galas.  A few years ago, we were the lucky recipients of tickets to the Children's Charity Gala.  And this year we get to go to the IJM benefit dinner.  I am already excited!
Something about city life is a bit awe-inspiring. Frequently when walking around DC with my little family, I am overcome by the "We live here!" emotions. Excitement over the fact that we live where hundreds of thousands of people pay to visit annually. And it gets to be our backyard. 
this view never gets old!
Before you fall head over heals with our glamorous city life, I must warn you that it is not all sunshine and roses. There are parts of city life that are especially difficult.
The Drab:
Commuting in the rain is really terrible. Especially since our commute involve walking. No jumping in the car under the shelter of a garage for the city dwellers.
The aforementioned love of shoes.  Well, ours don't last. City streets give our feet, shoes, and even hemlines a beating. Every. Single. Day.
The hustle and bustle that we love so much, NEVER ends. And there is no reprieve. There are days when I long for silence.  And inevitably hear sirens instead.
Speaking of hustle and bustle. Tourists. They infiltrate our neighborhoods en masse. And sometimes it seems they will never leave. They stop suddenly, stand on the wrong side of the escalator, and forget that some people might actually live here.
And yet, we love it still.  I have a new appreciation for folks that stick it out in the city.  People that live in the concrete jungle for the long haul.  It is a thrilling and exhausting life style.  But right now, I wouldn't trade it for the world.
City life is not how Molly or I entered this world. 
But we are standing tall and loving it one day at a time.

Note from Molly: Shannon, you nailed this post, sister. Kindred spirits, indeed!

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Today in NYC

These folks are coming to the Big Apple today!
My parents have never been to NYC before and Justin + I are beyond excited to have them for a whole week!

I'm going to take a lil' break from blogging and enjoy having my fam in the city.
However, I asked some really awesome blog friends to guest post while I am away.
These ladies are beyond talented and some of my faves in all of blogland.
I can't tell you how honored I am that they would take their time to do such a huge favor for me.
I am serious when I say you will not want to miss their posts.
You may even make a new friend.

It's time for authentic New York pizza and walks in Central Park with some of the best people I know.
Peace out.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

I did something they always said not to do

Remember the near heart failure that occurred in the '90s when your grandmother heard about people meeting someone online? Surely the only people that lurked the world wide web for dates were crazies! At that point, I think couples had rather say they met in a dirty dive bar than admit their relationship actually formed over the interwebs. These days, internet connections are much more commonplace. I have several friends who have met their match online and they aren't ashamed about it either.

Enter blogging. You can make a lot of connections through the blog world. It's pretty awesome how connected you can feel to someone you have only known through blog posts and pictures.

That's how Colleen and I first met. Online.

We had so much in common, the similarites were almost scary. Then I found out she lived in NYC and without any further thought, I suggested we should meet for drinks sometime. She agreed and we set the date.

It didn't even really hit me until just before I walked out the door. Justin was about to leave for work. I was about to meet my internet friend. I hugged him and said, Well, if she's crazy, this is her name and this is her blog and here is her number. He just laughed and said, I think you'll have a good time.

A good time, indeed.

Meet Colleen. She couldn't have been more wonderful. We talked and talked and talked.
And took pictures like the good bloggers we are. It felt like we'd been friends for years instead of minutes.

Colleen choose Eataly, a fab place to meet. You can enjoy all manner of meat + cheese + wine.
One interesting note: You don't sit, but rather, you stand at tall pub tables.

I accused Colleen of picking this spot on purpose in case she thought I was crazy and needed to make a run for it.

We extended the evening at another restaurant nearby. I think we talked until 1 am.
And it was a work nite for Colleen. Sorry, friend!

When I started blogging, I never anticipated meeting people online and forming actual friendships.
Colleen is now my bloggy friend and my real life friend. Pretty cool.

I am so thankful times are different.
And very happy to report Colleen isn't crazy!

Monday, August 22, 2011

I'm getting older, too

I loved going to the mall when I was little. I suppose my shopping habits began early. Most of my early mall memories were fond: the Hello Kitty store, throwing pennies in the fountain, the most perfect cinnamon rolls. There was one store, however, I loathed. As it just so happened, it was a store my parents loved. I called it The Kitchen Store.

Aisle after aisle of kitchen gadgetry. Spatulas and pots and pans and sifters. Measuring cups and cutting boards and oven mitts. I could not understand it. How were any of these things fun or even pretty? The only way I could remotely entertain myself in The Kitchen Store was at the refrigerator magnet display. Even so, there was a limited amount of fun one could have with magnetic pigs wearing aprons and plastic bananas and signs telling you to Kiss the Cook.

The day I realized I was an official adult came at the precise moment I realized how much I enjoyed kitchen gadgetry. I'm pretty sure I called my parents and apologized for all the times I begged to pass over The Kitchen Store. And then I probably told them about the most amazing nonstick bundt pan I had just found and how had I ever lived without it and y'all should get one too!

Last week, Justin and I were walking around our neighborhood in search of a hardware store when we found it. A Kitchen Store within mere blocks from our apartment.

I could have bought three of everything. And it turns out I am not alone.
One Mr. Rigoloso was picking up gadgets nearly as fast as I.

I'm a sucker for little dishes to put my rings in while I wash dishes or cook or clean.

The cutest little spoon you ever did see. I think it's actual purpose is a rice spoon?
We'll use it as a coffee scoop.

In the words of Fleetwood Mac...
Time makes you bolder, children get older, I'm getting older, too.

Pretty sure Stevie Nicks didn't write that song in reference to The Kitchen Store. Or maybe she did.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Stereotypical // Only Child Edition

I am about to make a statement I have made so many times in my life I have lost track.

I am an only child.

Some of my favorite responses to that statement are:

+ A nodding, knowing Ohhh.... Sometimes their eyes roll and they try to cover it up, other more brazen souls don't even try to hide the eye rolling

+ A forlorn Oh you poor thing growing up without anyone to play with... followed by a short tsk and a sudden urge to hug me

+ A snarky So you always got everything you wanted, I had to share everything with 5 siblings, must have been nice... already envisioning me sitting upon piles and piles of unshared toys waving my magical golden glittered only child wand at the Sears catalogue as all my earthly desires materialized before my only child eyes

Throughout the years, my patented response became Yes, I am an only child. I sure hope I don't act like one. Somewhere along the way, I learned being an old child was considered by many a bad thing. Or at least a thing that elicited eye rolling, awkward hugs and scoffing.

Although they were high school sweethearts, my parents didn't get married until they were each 29. An age that was considered pretty old for their generation. My mom went off to college, a private all-girls university. I loved hearing her tell stories about it and still do. My Dad went to junior college and worked full time from the minute it was legal and truth be told, probably even before it was legal.

They were married for five years before they had me. Another bold move on their part. I asked my mom once how they made the decision to have one child. She said they knew their family was complete in the way you just know those things.

I remember vividly the story about how much my Dad wanted a little girl. His buddies would say things like, I bet you sure are ready to get that boy here (the age before ultrasounds were the norm). My Dad would respond, You know I sure am hoping it's a girl. Cue the buddies looking at him like he'd lost his mind. I'd hear this story and feel all happy inside knowing the part was coming where I was born and they found out I was a girl and how happy they were. It was the Saturday before Easter Sunday. While my mom and I rested, my Dad went to the finest clothing store in Dothan and bought his little girl's very first Easter dress, a Feltman Brothers.

I grew up baking in the kitchen with my mom, shooting targets in the field with my Dad. Certain of the fact that I was equal parts genteel and feminine, strong and capable.

I had friends and cousins and schoolmates and church friends. We played hard and fought hard and loved hard. Like all kids do. I don't ever remember being lonely, nor did I ever ask for siblings. It never occurred to me. I played well with others, but I could also entertain myself.

I was loved, but I was disciplined. I was taught to share and to be kind to others. To treat other people the way I would want to be treated. My mom was a social worker in foster care for 25 years. I knew there were kids who didn't even have mamas and daddies much less a Teddy Ruxpin. I was taught that they were kids just like me. Deserving of love and kindness and security. I was no more special than they.

Have you ever spent time around kids? They are all pretty selfish. They all must be taught to share whether they have 18 siblings like the Duggars or none like me. They all must learn that to have a friend, it would bode well for them to be a friend. Just because a family has ten kids or one doesn't mean they won't have to work just as hard to teach kindness and selflessness.

I'd love to see our society break down the walls of all manner of stereotypes and knock off our judgy, rolling eyes. Just because a family only has one child doesn't mean it was their choice. They may have struggled with years of infertility and one precious child was all they got. Or maybe one child was exactly what they wanted.

I am an only child. I assure you I have had my fair share of selfish moments both as a child and as an adult, but I highly doubt my lack of siblings is to blame.

Could we practice kindness toward one another? Show grace toward each other when we have a less than attractive selfish moment? I don't think it would hurt any of us to practice the old adages: treat others the way you want to be treated, to have a friend be a friend and in the words of Thumper's father, if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all.

For the record, I never had a magical golden glittered wand.

Although, I admit, it sounds pretty dang amazing.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Our trip to Darien, Connecticut

Our friend Amber invited us for a weekend away to her family's house in Darien.
It didn't take much convincing and a short 40 minute train ride later, we arrived.

We ate many a good meal and enjoyed the smaller price tags away from our Big City.

Derian might as well be a postcard. Beautiful tree lined streets with colorful hanging baskets.
I've already decided we must go back in the winter to see this town covered in snow.

One beautiful home after another. 
I worked diligently to keep my eyes and camera and heart open to all the beauty surrounding us.

The beach and downtown fought for our love and attention.

As did the back porch.
I lost track of how many cups of coffee were consumed here.
Strong coffee and breezy porches are the things good friendships are made of.
And the Very Berry muffins from Upper Crust Bakery didn't hurt either.

Coffee, yes. Back porch, yes. Good friends, yes. Classic Molly-cutting-her-brown-eyes photo, yes.
Amber needed some strong coffee after I scared her half to death talking in my sleep.
I'm a great friend like that.

These steps beckoned us for photos. How could we say no?

We had a picnic on the beach as the sun sank a little deeper. And then we played like kids.
It was the perfect kind of night that didn't require a lot of planning. It just happened.
And I loved every minute.

Window shopping in Greenwich, just a few miles south of Derian.
I will take one of each, thank you, Madewell.

Probably a good thing we got to Greenwich after the shops had closed.
My husband's wallet thinks so at least.

We brought our weekend to a close with a hearty Sugar Bowl breakfast before we departed.

And a little blackmail, ahem, proof of J pulling off the hipster rollup.

Cheers to you, Darien. You are lovely and quaint and a postcard-come-to-life.

Thank you Amber + family for such a peaceful respite in the country.

Monday, August 15, 2011

Monday, Monday

Today my list of Things To Do includes...
unpacking our weekend bags
doing laundry, $2.25 to wash and $2 to dry
planning the week + a much anticipated visit from family around the corner
cooking dinner
general catch up from our weekend away to Connecticut, anyone want to see pictures?
hanging onto J a little bit longer before his work week begins tonight

Enjoy a helpful Monday tip compliments of the kind folks at the Derian Post Office.

Quick Addition:
I just got to gchat with my sweet pal in Lusaka, Zambia.
10:19am for me and 4:19pm for her.
Officially made my Monday morning much happier.