things i never expected

driving an automatic transmission baby-poop-colored volvo

wearing birkenstocks year round

doing both of the above of my own free will and volition

receiving sickly sweet text messages from my person of interest
accepting a description of myself as a "Crunchy hippie" without resorting to tactical nuclear weapons for refutation
being a military wife
humidity in the desert - it's like nature's own bread oven for really good crusts.
to think that 90 degree weather might require a sweater - just in case
the spanish inquisition
cottage-cheese-and-cool-ranch-dorito cravings