Today began with me making a nice big mug of coffee. I brought it back up to bed, got situated reading and sipping and doing my usual waking up routine…and then I coughed. Unexpectedly. With a mouthful of coffee that went EVERYWHERE. My bed looked like a fireworks explosion in a cafe au lait theme.

Now it’s 6:15am and I’m already doing laundry. Which, believe it or not, is one of my favorite things in the world (chaos brought to order!) and has me feeling pretty chipper.

Things have been rather serious here on the blog this week, no? It’s like once I finally got over that vile cold, my brain wanted to take on every single issue of significance, all at once. I’m not sure it had the same chaos brought into order effect as my Maytag washer/dryer downstairs, but it’s been fun to have thoughts that run deeper than “How long until my next dose of Robitussin?”

To end the week on a lighter note, let me share a few things that have been making me smile this week:

The number 1 source of side-splitting awesome is this blog post, The Hater’s Guide to the Williams-Sonoma Catalog. As I mentioned on Facebook, the language is totally blue…and worth every word.

I loved this post from Elizabeth Robertson Williams as she shares her quest to make her home more orderly and organized,  A Little Bit Each Day.  She’s so brave in how she admits that this does not come naturally to her, and how she’s looking for real life ways to built this skill anyway. It was a good reminder for me that just because we’re grown ups doesn’t mean we have to be good at everything (or pretend we are). We can be beginners, and expect that with effort, we’ll get better.

And finally, I grabbed a book at the library last week (it has bacon on the cover!) and it is THE funniest memoir writing I’ve seen, maybe ever. I’m about 100 pages in and I’m not even entirely sure what this story is about because I’m laughing so hard at how she tells it. Behold, the BEST introductory paragraph in the history of life:

“It’s ten o’clock on a Tuesday night, a light rain is falling on the wide streets of Brooklyn and I’m in my living room, strangling a rabbi.  This is the first time I’m physically assaulted a man of God, and I have to say, it feels excellent.”

The book is called Jujitsu Rabbi and the Godless Blonde: A True Story, by Rebecca Dana. I have no idea how this book has existed in the world for almost a year now without me finding it, but I’m glad to have it now.

Okay, it’s time to flip my pre-dawn laundry. Have a great weekend everyone. Thanks for stopping by :)