52 weeks of happy
I saw IrishGirlie’s (re)tweet this morning about little birdie’s 52 weeks of happiness. Now that’s something I could get into.
Here goes:
- running hills, or, more accurately, the feeling after said scamper.
- not being called in to report for jury duty.
- a nod and a “hi” while passing the American Grilled Cheese Kitchen guy on the street.
- a wee dram of whisky at a work Burns supper celebration (no haggis, thank you).
(1/52)
Note: Apropos to yesterday’s VisitScotland’s pony pics I posted, I didn’t realize Jen of Little Birdie was also a glaswegian lassie, so it’s a lovely coincidence that we had a Scottish shindig at work today, in honor of poet Robert “Rabbie” Burns. I am not intimate with Mr. Burns’ oeuvre, but I look forward to learning more before next year. Scotland remains on my list of places I’d like to visit one day.
