nice day

I thought I should post just for the sake of posting. I'm a little premature in this, perhaps, since we're about to embark on a fun weekend and I feel the need to save the savory. The thing is, it was simply a nice day. We got a bike seat in the mail today for Evelyn. Thanks to my friend Sarah, I've been inspired to try out biking with kiddo in tow. Evelyn's seat is now bolted onto the back of Steven's bike, and her new pink flowered helmet is resting on a chair, waiting for its first use in the morning.
On Sunday Steven and I celebrate our seventh wedding anniversary. We decided a couple years ago to follow the traditional pattern of anniversary gift-giving. This year's theme is wool/copper/desk sets. I was sure the desk set idea would be my best bet until Steven ruled it out as if it were cheesy. With a $20 limit and having given myself only this morning to come up with an amazing, thoughtful, you-shouldn't-have kind of present I gave up in exhaustion after four random stores and asked Steven if we could call off gift-giving this year. He was chill to oblige. So we are giftless. We do, however, have plans. Plans. It seems I don't have much of these in life these days. Some people would be envious of it. I tend to feel like I'm drowning in a big sea of boundlessness, guided only by the unruly enterprise of a two-year old. But this weekend we have plans. Thanks to the enormous generosity and love of my mom and Evelyn's eager ability to adapt and love Grandma back, we are going to Breckenridge for a night - ALONE. We're going to eat out at a nice restaurant, have drinks and travel back by foot to our hotel room, we're going to SLEEP IN the next day, we're going to get coffee in the morning and summarize our last year in our "love journal".... The plan of it is enough. It sounds that great. So there's that.
Back to today, though. A storm rolled through and brought us a much needed downpour. The sound was accentuated by the fiberglass roof of the sunroom, to an extreme where I kept the french doors open only a crack. Steven and I went to Bourne Ultimatum (or whatever the title is) and loved it. I really love those movies. I feel like I could do kung fu right now, even though I don't think they really did kung fu in the movie. Violent car chase, perhaps?
Now I'm on my second Coors beer (which I should mention is affecting me a bit more than it ought to and I apologize) which I might shock people by saying I've upped to my top three favorite beers. Could it be true? Something as main-stream as Coors? Yes. I may not know anything about wine, but I've tried a million different beers and I've elected Coors right to the top. It's sweet, it's smooth... Perhaps I'm a simpleton. Fat tire, Coors and Negra Modelo. These are my top three. I should mention that Dogfish Head's Midas Touch is freakishly yummy. Okay, I'm catching myself trying to feign some sort of beer connoisseurship. I like Coors. What can I say?
Today is also the first official day of me being off antibiotics. Yes, my sad wisdom tooth saga continued with an infection in my jaw. If the infection comes back they'll have to cut open my gums to 'irrigate'. Let's say, I've decided I'm fine. And that oral surgery and I don't mix nicely at all. At all.
All these things sum up a good day. In a random, free-association sort of way I'm glad to share them with you.