My sweet valentine came a little early this year — a whole week early, to be exact. The florist screwed up the delivery date and showed up at my office last Friday. I was very confused—as were my co-workers, all women. They knew it wasn’t my birthday, and they definitely knew it wasn’t Valentine’s Day – yet! It was all so odd. Before opening the package that came with the flowers or even reading the note, I emailed Patrick. Did you send me flowers??? He explained what had happened and after work we laughed about the whole thing. All week I’ve been indulging in the chocolate bon-bons that came with the flowers… Addicting! I just wanted to capture this moment because I am impressed that the flowers are still holding up! Just like us, babe! (Thanks, Patrick Grubb and Happy early Valentine’s to you, too!)

Kombucha is a funny word. I swore I would never try the stuff. But as the saying goes, never say never!

It all started at Comforts, a nearby café/restaurant/deli (not sure what to call it), about two weekends ago. I was grabbing a couple of their famous Chinese chicken salads for lunch, when the person behind me in line made some silly comment about whether he was next. I forget exactly what he said. It was a joke about cutting in line… Somehow, I rarely leave a place without exchanging some words with at least one person in a store. (It just happens!) People seem to always want to chat, and I tend to chat back. It drives my husband crazy. He’s not much of a chatter.