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Sunshine, working out, 6 loads of laundry, reading, studying, cooking, forcing B to hold my hand.

That about sums up our Labor Day weekend. 

I'll blame it on the clubs being too long (my 5'5" frame vs. B's 6'3"), but boy I really stunk at the driving range.  Short of 3 or 4 pretty solid whacks (thanks for the encouragement, B! You know I love to be praised), most of my swings ended up slicing way (wayyy) right. Sorry, all wildlife living in and under the big pine tree I nailed 15 times. Anyway, I'm actually feeling motivated to try again soon and potentially take a few lessons at the local city course. I like the idea of this hobby being something B and I can share late into our Golden years, along with our Pops who are both avid golfers. 

Hey, guys. I know I've continued to be pretty sporadic with my blogging, but I promise I think of you often. Sometimes, I just need a giant break from all things technology related and by sometimes I mean a lot of times. Less screen time = more face to face time, you know? And boy do I love me some face to face time.

My time at Weebly is spent so deep in a number of work projects (because, like, that's what I get paid for I guess, or so they tell me) that when I get home, spending the remaining hours of my day with B in our cozy abode -- Pandora on, dinner cooking, chit chat and giggles galore -- is the only thing that helps me decompress. I can't believe I'm about to say this, since I've avoided being "that girl" for so, so very long...and because I've given many of my gal pals a hard time for being "that girl" over the years via some version of I DON'T NEED NO MAN, INDEPENDENT WOMAN 4EVA...but my hunky manslice roommate has honestly become my best friend. It's not so much that I need him, per say. But that I deeply wish to actively choose him, want him, prefer him.

Barf, gag. Stop it, self.

So, I hope you know how much I love The Grateful Life, even when I'm not so active. 

And, if there's ever anything you wish I'd write about ... questions, topics, stories... please never hesitate to let me know! In fact, I'd super appreciate it, since that'd help me stop making googly eyes at B every night and get my head back in the blogging game.

love and light,

Trish