Note to self:

My friends are NOT sex objects.

UNLESS...they are having an insecure moment and need me to confirm that they are indeed sexy as hell.

But if that has not happened, I must refrain from treating them as sex objects.

Even if that is very difficult for me. (And it is. I have very sexy friends.)

happy moments

The man who came to replace our ailing coffee maker today was a Newfoundlander. The minute he opened his mouth I smiled. Boy was he a Newfoundlander! And of course there was the inevitable: "Yes, I have good friends from there" "Oh my aunt and uncle live there" exchange that seems to happen whenever Atlantic Canadians figure each other out. (I know, I know, we're not all one big province but there's just a bit of kinship there anyway... ocean views and all.) And ultimately we figured out that we moved here in the exact same month. Funny.

For whatever reason the whole thing made me exceptionally happy.

A Newfoundlander... bringing me coffee (sort of)... these are two of my most favourite things.

What could be better? It made my day.

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Photos from friends in an email today. A wedding. Some much appreciated candid shots of some of the attendees. Beautiful.

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Success! A wonderful night, a glowing review from the one we all wanted the glow to come from. The possibility of a new endeavor. Tears, excited smiles, the whole thing was magic.