random quirks of happiness

The snow piled on my mailbox looks like dryer lint.

I got two straws with my drink from McDonald's yesterday, without having to ask.

The sunrise this morning was purple.

I tried a new flavor of oil with my pesto sauce, and it worked.

There are no more little round Band-aids in my house.

Of all the empty seats in the movie theater, I picked the one with 25 cents under it.

My nieces love to read.

My flannel sheets just came out of the dryer.

(Hmm... the snow on my mailbox even feels like dryer lint.)

Dr Pepper -- the perfect drink, and the perfect shade of lip gloss.

Jesus loves me!