This morning when I emerged from the bedroom I noticed two smells. First was the unmistakable smell of the deep fryer, which we used to make some delectable greasy yummies last night. The second, as I padded softly into the living room, was - was CHRISTMAS TREE! You see Dan and I made a wreath last night. He very geniously twined together the ropy stems of our dead tomato plant as the base, and then I ‘wreathed’ it in fluffy pine boughs and sprigs of holly. It’s a tad scraggly but actually delightful. It puts me in mind of yules of yore.
We are doing our best to be festive.
We don’t need to talk about the tiny cypress tree I bought as a Christmas tree and nearly killed. Shhhhhhhhhh. (I’m sorry Stanley! I’m so sorry! Please don’t be dead little guy 😖)
Today I’m bravely marching into a mine field of passive aggressive female energy at work. I tend to get frustrated when people shirk. You see - I never shirk. Just please don’t spend 10 minutes scraping nothing off the surface of a clean counter. Please for the love of -
I realized I can be a bit crotchety. So I’ve sent out intentions to be kind and patient today. Wish me luck!
