I’m going to be spending a week of the holidays in a cottage in the middle of nowhere with some of my favourite people. I just want to say Merry, Merry and have a fun-filled and safe New Year! I’ll be back the first week of January with happy adventures and hopefully heart-warming tales. For now, I’ll leave you with these, my holiday favorites:…
We went back to Glasgow last weekend to help Dad and Anne decorate their tree and see some friends. The younger-than-us people sitting across from us on the train thought we were Mormon, because of Sarge’s beard. We figured they meant Amish, but further figured they were too drunk to compare and contrast. We arrived in Glasgow laughing and cold, with some doughnuts to test on my people. The second batch looked more like doughnuts. So much more that Sarge…
These are things I could do without next year. Just for the record. Insomnia/heartburn/bad stress. Who needs that? Even if it does mean blog posts can run through your head at four in the morning. My internal Editor. Shut up, seriously. When in doubt, let it out. Just do it. Write it/say it/send it. And do a little dance when you’re done. Mail that consists only of bills. See Item 1. Anyone want a pen pal? Fear of turning 30. …
There is Christmas shopping to be done, but I didn’t want to go out on Saturday. Strange, me not wanting to go out. I embraced this feeling and spent time reading books and poems, sometimes aloud. Sarge went out and came home with a haircut and a bottle of Kahlúa. And ingredients for a Backseat Baking Adventure: Cider Doughnuts. This is our own spin on the recipe, which I found via the lovely Emily Drinking Tea . For our own…