On a Friday even.
Isn’t that sumthin?
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Absolutely DRIPPING in tinsel.
I couldn’t get this photo of a tree from the 1940s out of my head. Can’t you just picture it in the grand lobby of a fancy New York hotel? Sigh..
My tree? It’s gaudy. It’s messy. But oh my word, I love love LOVE it.
The way the tinsel twinkles in the sunlight. The way it sparkles at night. MAGIC.
I’m bringing the tinsel back. It’s gonna be all over Pinterest next year. You wait and see.
The downside is that it’s messy.
And you find tinsel in ALL THE PLACES.
Even in the car on the way to church Sunday morning.
Evs. Still totally worth it.
Andy thinks I’m crazy. I don’t care. Tinsel is my new love language.
Ever since she was itty bitty, this girl has always loved helping daddy work on the car.
She grabs some kind of tool and starts tinkering.
I love how she manages to get grease on her bitty toes. And how big it makes her daddy smile to have her at his side as he wrenches.
Y’all are the BEST.
A sweet reader saw this fun magnet and thought of Miss Jill.
It’s basically my favorite.
Every year my town does the coolest fundraiser.
Local businesses donate a themed tree, and then they set them all up in an empty shop space in the mall. People buy raffle tickets and hope to win a display. Winners get the tree, all the decorations, and all the stuff “under” the tree.
This year, there were over 45 different trees with themes ranging from Dodger Blue, Movie Night, Traditional Christmas, and this awesome baking theme. I put quite a few tickets in the box for this one. Henry opted to put his tickets into the one that had four bikes and a scooter. Imagine that.
I got to try out a local Dream Dinners this week.
Have you ever done this?
You basically walk in, toss a bunch of pre-cut, organized ingredients into bags and voila 30 minutes later you have several meals to take home that require very little prep to make it to your kitchen table.
Best part? YOUR kitchen stays clean. This is pretty brilliant.
Fact about me: I don’t like breakfast food.
Actually I do. I like waffles. A lot. Just not in the morning. Breakfast for dinner is more my pace.
There’s something about the sticky sweet that I can’t hang with first thing in the morning. I can remember asking to order off the lunch menu even as a kid when we would go out in the morning.
I don’t usually eat breakfast (I know, I know. It’s bad.), but this morning, I was especially starving. So I roasted up some brussel sprouts, heated up some garlic bread, and had balsamic vinegar/olive oil and string cheese. For breakfast.
Potato chips all over the floor I swept no more than 10 minutes earlier?
He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind for being annoyed.
And then offers me a chip from the ground with a smile.
Y’all. I’m so hosed.
And then I almost caught my house on fire.
I put the self-clean cycle going. And I thought that perhaps I should wipe up some of the gunk on the bottom but thought it seemed kinda counter productive to clean my oven before I self-cleaned my oven…right?
Let’s just say there were GIANT flames inside my oven, my house was filled with smoke, and I had my fire extinguisher ready to go and was about to toss my kids into the car and lock the door just to keep them safe and contained. Now I’m waiting to hear from Whirlpool…my oven isn’t very old (maybe 3 years?) and I’m terrified to know if I managed to kill it. Because it wasn’t cheap. And I would guess (just because that’s my luck) that it’s no longer under warranty. Bah.
Moral of the story: Do not use the self-clean cycle on your oven. Ever. No, really. Read this.
Oh, and pssst…my giveaway for a subscription to National Geographic Kids end tomorrow. Have you entered?
You’re turn! Whadya do this week?