PS--I love you!

PS--I love you! Sorry reader, the PS is referring to purple succulents. Succulents in moderation have always brought me cough drops of happiness. I use the term "cough drops" because it is the first image that popped in my head to describe little bits of happiness scattered throughout one's day, savored until they fade away. I think this affinity stems (pun intended) from my grandmother's small collection, which she refers to as "hens and chicks." Thus, succulents subconsciously make me think of fowl. All that to say, lately I have been desirous of upgrading my ivy plant at work to a purple succulent. This is feasible as I sit next to a giant window and bask in the sunlight until my addled coworkers draw the blinds to cut the glare. 

Yes, celebrate with me about the giant window! Have I mentioned that I also sit next to an astonishingly talented woman who routinely wins blue ribbons at the Ventura County Fair for her desserts? Seriously, every summer she uses the staff as taste testers for new recipes because you cannot re-enter a category you've already won. Just this week after a period of thoughtful reflection (you may have caught the redundancy, but it is accurate to my cogitations), I spontenously rejoiced: "And tomorrow we get cookies!" Bill replied, "Isn't life great?"

And life will be greater once you too have basked in the beauty of these purple succulents acquired from a Google Image search.