"The Blue Room"

I really like this one, finally. I'm trying to figure out why this one captures my fancy, and the others don't. And maybe it's just the totally romantic sentiment of it: we'll have a place that's all our own, and 'everyday's a holiday because you're married to me.'

Today, I'm feeling just that. It's very late, too late, one might say. We spent a lot of time cleaning house today, and then a few nice folks came over, and we had food, and drink, and good conversation, and played a board game, and even though I have a splitting headache, I still feel happy about the day, and happy to be married to my husband, and happy to be going to sleep in our, coincidentally, very blue room.

And the best part of cleaning up for company is that the house is still pretty darn clean when they leave. Life is good.

(Happy Birthday, Bruce, too, sorry it's a little late. Does it still count that I thought of you?)