I guess Christmas is coming, huh? I haven't exactly been in the holiday spirit.
I was mostly phoning in Turkey Day before I burned the bejeezus out of my fingers, causing me to eat with one hand while the other was submerged in a bowl of cool water. The husband had a lot of food to cut that night. (At least I got out of doing dishes!)
Black Friday didn't exactly excite me this year, especially since shopping carts are difficult to push one-handed.
There's way too much extended family drama going on, and I even have my own little drama for an extra kick in the pants.
Getting out the Christmas decorations and starting all of the baking just seems like so much work. There's too little room and too much clutter. Too much to do and too little time. Too much preparation and too short a celebration.
This morning, I listened to Nat King Cole's The Christmas Song.
Thank you, Racie, for giving me that twinge. I needed it. I think I'll bake a batch of cookies today.
The Boarding House by The Pioneer Woman
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