Needless to say, we didn't wake up to a bright and sunny Saturday.
With all this talk of the weather, I should change the name of this blog to The Adventures of Annie and Her Seasonal Affective Disorder.
Lee and Me, how could you not? That's a spa day in a cup right there, folks. It's less about the caffeine and more about the fact that I'm treating myself to something that's just for me. Okay, although I'd like to think it's not, it's also about the caffeine, but still. Who's paying attention to the fact that it's raining on another Saturday and that it has now been thirty-seven days since the elevator in our building has been broken (not that I'm counting or anything) when there's a swirly design in my frothed milk and a sprinkling of cocoa powder? Not this lady.
Unfortunately, the dearth of parking spots in town and my groceries that needed to get in the fridge thwarted me from my side mission for coffee, the image of which was left drifting aimlessly in my brain and souring my mood. As I opened the door to our condo (after lugging bags of groceries through wet puddles around the building, through three doors that need unlocking, and up flights of stairs), the first thing Sam said to me was "You didn't get yourself coffee". That's what nearing 10 years of marriage gets you--coffee intake status upon first glance. He mercifully got some going on the stove, and I made a poor substitute of my dreamy vision at home. Not worth taking a picture of, that's for damn sure.
We did get outside, despite the rain, and searched for beach glass around the rock pool, known as Old Man's Pool. We had the pool to ourselves; I'm guessing grey skies and rainy weather don't necessarily make the average person think 'beach!'.
A few years ago, a baby shark was found in the rock pool. Today, we only saw a sea urchin here and there.
And you better believe there will be coffee.