And so, I may be sitting here listening to music, getting ready to break open the Baileys and watch an episode of The Sopranos before we get the train to Glasgow tomorrow. There was one last traipse around the mall today. I came home with a headache and a realisation, as I do every year. It’s not about the stuff. I can’t wait to get where I’m going tomorrow, I need to give my Dad a hug, and laugh for…
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…
