Dear future hubster

Dear future hubster, I decided that I'm going to consider this extra day as a gift given to us from the grace of the lunar or the solar or some other cycles, and will be grateful for getting one more of everything - sunrise, Monday, coffees.  And I honestly think it would be a perfect way to celebrate this day by staying home, eating ice cream while checking out all the Oscar dresses, and being in love with Stromae.

Dear future hubster, I have a track record of planned impulse purchases (contradiction, I know) when in an emotionally unstable state. Once I reacted by signing the purchase order for my car to somebody saying the w -word when I was anything but ready to deal with that. I booked my trip to New York upon hearing the phrase " My ex is visiting next week ". Feeling mildly love-sick regularly results in concert tickets.  Not shoes though. Those I buy when I'm happy.

Dear future hubster, sometime I think I just constantly need somebody I can worry about.

Dear future hubster, Sometimes you just watch Glee for a day, and all you walk away with is: Mike Chang is still hot.

Dear future hubster, I can't really fool my body. We've been together for too long. This body knows exactly that this time of the year we're supposed to be cold, suffering through short and snowy days and endless winter nights. Mind you, this is the exact same body that, for seven years living on the Western edge of the GMT+1 time zone, couldn't get over the fact that there can be daylight at 9:30 pm in July. And the same one that's utterly confused on a permanent basis because we're going on 33 and have never been pregnant. Quite a smart body, this one. So no wonder this body is surprised by the mild temperatures (24 Celsius), the strength of the sun, the breeze coming from the lake, and the overall warm smell of the air. No wonder the body tells the mind "It's summer! We're young! We're free! Love!" and other silly things. It tells the mind to be more relaxed, more sociable, more easy-going than usual (the mind is a bit of a paranoi...