Hubby said the nicest thing to me today. We were discussing female voices, and I commented that sometimes people on the phone at work still think I'm a man. "I know I have a low voice for a woman, but still." Him: "Well, your voice is lower than mine, at least from when I've heard mine recorded. It's almost like Marlene Dietrich's." Me: "Oh, I can live with that!" "And it's not just that, you've got the self-confidence. A lot like Marlene's." "That's one of the nicest things I've ever heard!"
If he's right, I'm very pleased.
Hey, it is what he thinks, so - it counts extra.
6 spindles done. Only 40 more to go.... [link]
Oh, and detail of the repaired framing on the deck door: [link] Still needs another coat or 2 of paint, but such an improvement
My neighbor plays the drums. Whoever is playing is actually pretty good, but the houses are so close together and there's no way to shut out the noise.
ita, you're a soda fiend, right? I was thinking of you today -- there's a soda shop in Pasadena with Izze, Ting, etc. Hundreds of bottles with different flavors. [link]
bon bon, how was the mud run?
And there's a Rocket Fizz in Burbank too. Also, bon, happy early bday!
I'm not a soda fiend, I'm a...huh, maybe I am. Fruity unsweet fizzy drinks for the win. Which reminds me, I need to go to my local BevMo and whine. The one near work hasn't even had any Ting in forever. They say they should...sometime. Pfft.
I'm watching "Love Comes Softly" on Hallmark. I'm not sure how much longer I can watch this, though. It's set in the old west. I'm not sure exactly what time period, but there are homesteaders. I don't even know all that much about the time period, but I spotted probably 20 inaccuracies within the first five minutes or so. Starting with the lack of sunbonnets, and going on through people talking about how fabulous it will be that they can grow their own food, and just every single thing that these people are saying about why they're going west are totally modern back-to-the-land things that just made no sense in the 1800s.
