F is for Frivolous. In my youth, I always wore rings on my fingers, but over time I have ahem gained a pound or two and outgrown my beautiful bands of gold and silver. I can't even wear my wedding ring any more, because I had to cut it off when I was pregnant with the twins and my left finger mutated into a swollen Polish sausage. Thank you for that imagery, Kim. You're welcome. With all the fabulous handmade jewelry I kept seeing in Albuquerque, I decided to buy myself a late birthday present. I was originally planning on a chunky turquoise bracelet, but I ended up purchasing this sterling silver and opal ring.
F is for Flavia. I'm probably the last person in the world to read The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie, as it has received all kinds of rave reviews and awards and you've probably already read it ages ago, but I really must recommend this book to mystery literature fans. I say mystery literature, because this book is well-written and character-driven, and might not appeal to those who prefer a quick summer read that's more pulp fiction in flavor. The author, Alan Bradley, is in his 70s and this is his first novel (although he's been writing most of his life—screenplays, short stories, a memoir, etc.) Bravo, Mr. Bradley!
F is for Friday. Have a great weekend, everybody!
Dinner last night: spaghetti, garlic toast, corn
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