I don’t know how things work in your family, but in this house stockings are Santa’s responsibility.
I’m not made of money, dammit!
That said, there’s nothing wrong with helping the big guy out once in a while. The way I see it, the less effort he has to put into everyone else’s stockings the more time he has to devote to my gifts.
The real reason for the season.
It is with this philosophy in mind that I give you the following excellent—and compact!—gift ideas
Audrey’s famous Friendsmas party and cookie exchange is this weekend, which means we’ve got a sitter for the pets (a new one—you know her, actually… she’s the cultist from this story and sometimes I think they like her more than me) and we’re making the drive up to Wisconsin. Which seems like a lot for a one day event, but you’ve never had those amazing truffles my new mom makes.
It’s been two months since Lucy Grove-Jones (if you’re not already a fan, you have my permission to go discover her right now—I’ll still be here when you get back) posted the comment that made me realize how many people are drinking cocoa wrong. Now, at the time I said I’d be fixing this in October, so I’m running just about on time by my standards.
And you’re Gandalf’s errand bitch, you hairy garden gnome. Let’s not point fingers, eh?
Here follows the very simple story of cocoa, made correctly.
Everyone thinks it’s so great, so sexy that my husband cooks for me.
No one knows the darker truth I deal with.
If you know me, you know that YouTube videos are a substantial part of my daily diet. It’s basically
