Good Thing #1: Good times with the boss(es).
Yes, this past weekend my boss held a cocktail party at his house for my department. He has two young daughters, and my other boss has one young daughter, so obviously children were welcome. There was really good food, really good wine, really good beer (courtesy of my guest, Mr. Blue Eyes), and really good company (oh, did I mention I got to bring both my daughter and Mr. Blue Eyes?). My department rocks. Bosses are great and the coworkers are fab. We do fun things like go ice skating on our lunch breaks, and cocktail parties on the weekends.
Sort of a segue from Good Thing #1, Ol' Blue Eyes brews his own beer. If you know me at all, you know I'd sell my left arm for a good beer. His last batch was a hoppy peach mead that makes you feel like God has poured peach-flavored heaven straight into a pilsner glass. As I mentioned in Good Thing #1, we brought this homemade brew to the work cocktail party on Saturday, and it's safe to say that both Mr. Blue Eyes and his peach mead were HUGE hits. Two points for Gryffindor.
Good Thing #3: A workplace that feels like I'm trapped in a Christmas card.
So it's about negative 500 degrees here, and about 12 feet of snow has been dumped on SW Michigan in the last 5 days, so it looks and feels like winter has finally arrived. Cheers, Mother Nature (oh, except you're about a month too late). So I have my special pair of weather-friendly boots at work, and coupled with my
Oh, and because it's so cold and because my office is so fab, of course there's a wood-burning fireplace directly across the hall from where I sit. And so today we got some wood from the fireplace upstairs, opened the flue, and crumpled up some newspaper...
Good Thing #4: Exotic fruit.
Good Thing #5: Laughing.
I haven't laughed this much in a long time. Between Sol, Mr. Blue Eyes, and E-Machine (Blue's little man), I laugh a lot. Gone are the days where I would find myself crumpled on the floor in a fit of frustration because I put too much dry mustard in my macaroni and cheese. Mr. Blue Eyes makes me smile. This man makes me laugh. Multiple times. Every day. And watching him with E-Machine and Sol -- makes my heart do this little number that goes flippity-flip, skippity-skip, all the way to Timbuktu (yeah, I just made that up). Life is so good. All you need is love. And I've got all I need.