It rains like crazy down there
I think its just god barfing up gulf coast water
-KAC, after hearing of my near-death experience on a drive home from bfe last night in a ridiculous storm. This place makes me nauseous sometimes too.
So, I'd much rather be there than 65 degree Florida right now. What's the matter with me? Something to do with knowing that this is likely the scene outside my mom's Des Moines window while she bakes Christmas goodies all day...
Jer's email update said they're at 15" and counting!
So, what milestone do you reach in life where your facebook advertisements feature engorged bellies with stretchmarks? Is it marriage? I protest.
You know why? Because I can have little bites of everything in my fridge for lunch. And today, that's leftover stuffing, crab dip, and gruyere mac an cheese. You know it's going to be tasty when everything on your plate is a different shade of beige...
Had a lovely weekend of laziness. Highlights included free scupperberry bread pudding dessert, The Fantastic Mr. Fox, and watching very sad Florida fans at the Pensacola Ale House. I don't know what scupperberries are. I'm a little scared that nothing promising comes up in a google search. Whatever they are, they were grown in the front yard of the old post office/antique shop in Milton. Was I fully aware of this before taking my first bite? Yes. Did I regret it? No.
Oooh, I also made a few of these guys. Cute, easy, and free-ninety-nine.
I would spend it on Christmas decorations. Seriously. Well, at least a couple thousand. I put up my decorations as the Thanksgiving weekend started to wind down and realized that the collection that made my DC apartment cozy and festive leave my current digs a little empty. I could have spent my entire yet-to-be-cut commission check in the Target holiday section, but had to settle for a new tree skirt. I would show you, if I could find the damn cord to my camera, which has been M.I.A. since wedding week. I'll settle for last year's version (do you like the sweet rabbit ears? Looking back, I should have covered them with tinsel...).
It does not, however, smell like Christmas in my house...I finally started staining an endtable my Bob Vila made a month ago, after he informed me I was not pulling my weight in the family furniture making. I blame my lack of focus today on toxic fumes.
