Bubbles Make Me Smile
Tuesday, January 19th, 2010This past Sunday was an awesome day. I had a list of chores to get done, but I managed to ignore all of them. You know why? Because after Elle brought me coffee in bed, she brought me bubbly. This beverage always makes me smile. Hell, it was champagne Sunday after all. Every Sunday is.
After several sips of bubbly I started brainstorming on what we should do with our day. Again bubbly makes me happy so I thought I’d give Elle something that would make her happy. She’s been begging me for this for months.
So I said it. “Elle, let’s go get paint and redecorate your room today!” She squealed.
She picked the colors and the design. I bought the stuff. We both did the work.

Now I walk into her room to brighten my mood. The large polka dots are just like bubbles. They makes me smile. Maybe even more than champagne on Sundays or clean sheets on Sunday night. Okay, that might be a stretch. But I do love Elle’s new room.
