Sunday sharing.

“Had my dream again where I’m making love, and the Olympic judges are watching. I’d nailed the compulsories, so this is it, the finals. I got a 9.8 from the Canadians, a perfect 10 from the Americans, and my mother, disguised as an East German judge, gave me a 5.6. Must have been the dismount.”

The Olympics are on, but I’m spending my Sunday night watching When Harry Met Sally, and I’m so content. I love the old couples telling their stories.

No spoilers in the clip below.

It’s almost August.

I’m almost 23.

It’s almost the 6-month mark of my employment.

It’s almost the one-year anniversary of the start of my backpacking trip.

All for another post.

Tonight, it’s just me, Harry, Sally.

And, short of a full cooking blog, a picture of this week’s shrimp scampi. From scratch, herbs from the herb garden.

No complaints.





One thought on “Sunday sharing.

  1. I’m so jealous. My ‘When Harry Met Sally’ is still in the DVD player I lent to Sean… and he refuses to give it back in the hopes I will never make him watch it.

    I wish I was on your couch Harry Met Sallying with you. 😦 Come visit soon… I need some girl time.

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