I'm re-discovering some Andrea Bocelli. When I was in my pre-teens and everyone else was sobbing over the gorgeousness of N'Sync and the Backstreet Boys, I was listening to Andrea Bocelli on my Walkman tape player. His new stuff just isn't the same.
A peculiar artificial lemon scent has followed me around today. It was on my right jacket sleeve, my mom's left thumb and my uncle's hand. All are were so overpowering it was starting to make us a little nauseous. No word yet on the source of this anomaly.
I'm spending this weekend in my pjs, knitting and eating brownies and garlic bread. I. Love. It.
It's also raining, key ingredient in knitting mood. Stay dry my little bloglings.