It's the little things like grey mornings and teal blouses...

So, since moving to the south I've had the pleasure of being blinded by the sun EVERY SINGLE MORNING. Now, I know most of you are thinking "so what? Grinch." Here's the thing: I grew up in Portland, Oregon. We're known for our rain and what some would call gloomy weather. But, when you've learned to look at life against a grey and green backdrop, you appreciate the darker side of things.

Overcast and clouded skies give me the serene feeling of being home and in place, even when I'm 3k miles away from anything comfortable. I was thrilled this morning and had a lovely drive to work due to the grey cloud cover and cold rain drizzling on my wind shield. I almost had to turn my heater on (something I think I might have done once since moving to South Carolina) but I refrained because I was enjoying shivering.

Aside from the dark weather brightening my morning, the boyfriend also scored some major brownie points. In fact, I think I might actually have to make him cookies, brownies, or some other sort of confection to reward him for the trick. I did a weeks worth of laundry last night, a day ahead of schedule: you see, I try to do all my laundry either Friday or Sunday night so that I don't get confused about what I've already worn this week. Since this has been an especially hectic week, I'm absolutely clueless as to what has been covering my body for the past six days.

While attempting to dress myself I decided to go basic: jeans, black shirt, Candies, finished. Then panic hits: I vaguely remembering wearing a black t-shirt at some point but that might have just been to run out to the mail box in. Oh my God! What if I wear the same thing Friday that I did Monday?! How horribly, unforgivably unfashionable!

Hey, back the Hell off okay?! I already told you I was having a bad week: I might have been blowing some things a little out of proportion...

So I snatch up the phone and call my trusty sidekick... And begin freaking out because I'm already late to work and still half naked! "Chill out," Z says. "Monday you wore dark jeans and a teal shirt; Tuesday it was a white button up shirt with khakis; Wednesday you wore a hoodie; and yesterday didn't you wear that little white Coheed jacket?" Oh he's right! I'm touched! He, despite seeing me for like three seconds each day this week, remembered everything I wore.

And don't you dare even say "that's lame" because I will jump through this computer screen and lecture you on exactly why that is NOT lame! It's not that he memorizes my every move (even though it feels that way when he quotes me VERBATIM during our fights) but I adore the fact that he pays attention to detail. He's just the kind of person that will hear it once and remember my favorite food, color, pair of shoes, etc. Forgive me if I'm impressed with things that should be basic between couples but I am new at this relationship thing. I had boyfriends in high school and my first year-ish out of school but after a while I just gave up dating because 1. They bored me. And 2. At the time both I and the guys I was with were just too self centered (not that that's a bad thing for the time) to really have a give and take relationship. It was more of a "take until nothing is left and move on" relationship.

Anyway I'm rambling and this blog is getting much longer than I planned. So. Your homework for the day is to go out and enjoy the sky no matter what color it is: I guarantee that in some way, shape, or form it's beautiful and something you can appreciate. Also, if you have a man/woman/husband/wife/puppy/whatever, just pick someone affectionate towards you and thank them for it. So often we ignore the little things our loved ones give us that really mean the most... And! Make sure you know their favorite color!