I was thinking the other day about how much I love, love magnolia season, and mused how lovely it would be if they just bloomed all year 'round for my viewing/photography happiness. But then I wondered whether I would become complacent about them if that was in fact the case ... yawn, another magnolia tree, big deal, and why so pink, anyway? ... I don't think I would, though. In fact, I would probably just bore you all to death with endless photos, not unlike, ahem, this post and my post from the other day.
There's a life lesson in there somewhere, I'm sure of it.
In other news, the work dinner last night was fine. I was slightly overdressed, but had made a text message pact with a colleague/friend earlier in the day about what we were going to wear, so we were both at pretty much the same level of overdressedness, and that was okay (safety in numbers). We had a good laugh because the dinner was this whole women's thing, with a really inspirational and accomplished female speaker (though not in that overbearing/feral/all-men-must-die sort of way), and once she had concluded her speech, the people with whom I was seated were all "right, so who's watching The Bachelor?" ... hehe. Speaking of which, it is indeed "Bachie Night" (as we refer to it in the office), so first order of business tomorrow morning will be a dissection of this evening's events :) (I am Team Heather).
So anyway, magnolias: