I mean, Thursday was technically the gateway into the holiday season, and that's kind of a big deal so of course I'm going to have a story or five to tell.
But where do I begin?!
My BFF came into town Wednesday night with her toddler, Lucy. It was unplanned, but not unwelcomed.
Have I mentioned Corey and I do not have children?
Or that our "baby proofing" previously consisted of moving items that would be attractive to a Golden Retriever mouth?
A few mistakes:
- left Oliver-dog's food bowls on the floor
- left wool for felting on ottoman
If you put two and two together you get a few necklaces and bracelets smelling like salmon and beef jerky.
We did our usual two meals on Thanksgiving. First with my family where I swore I would not stuff my face, but stuffed my face anyway, and then with Corey's family where I had no more room to stuff.
So I stuffed my pockets.
Just kidding. But, seriously, I wish I had.
On Friday I replaced my dad's and my traditional 3am Black Friday outing for an 11am shove match at the outlet mall where I found a pair of red corduroy stretchy pants at Banana Republic for $10. I'm so glad I like the clothes no one else wants. I lean toward stretchy now that my Summer of Carbs has turned into a Fall of Cookies and I'm getting all squishy.
By then our house was baby free and in the afternoon while Corey let loose with the vacuum I was able to felt my way to arthritis. The process I now use involves stabbing small balls of wool with special needles, so I guess it was appropriate that I stabbed away to the 48 Hours Mystery marathon on TLC.
The rest of our holiday weekend was slow and uneventful.
I declared Saturday to be a day of inside projects and that is where I stayed. Inside. Washing sheets, felting, eating and not showering. And on Sunday I accidentally got a spatula stuck in my stand mixer and flung cookie dough across the kitchen.
Corey was mad. I think he's glad I'm back to work and away from his kitchen where I tend to make messes.
I made quite a few messes.
First with the two pumpkin pies.
Did you know I have this thing about making my pies from scratch? It takes me three hours and I do actually get flour on everything, including the dog.
Then I made a green bean casserole.
Did you know I have this thing about making my cooking projects more difficult than they need to be? I may or may not have sent Corey on a mission for bacon Thanksgiving morning.
Then I made dog treats for each of the ten dogs we encounter in our whirlwind, cross county Thanksgiving tour.
Did you know I have this thing about turning myself into Martha Stewart? Fancy packaging, dog bone labels, wood basket and all?
Lord help me if I were to ever be a full time housewife.
And Lord help my waistline.
But now, finally, I'm back to work. The daily grind.
...counting down the days until the next round of holiday madness.