Yesterday, I went in for an oil change, and ended up with tire rotation, new brakes, and a new battery. I've got to stop spending on myself so much. Tis the season to be jolly.
And then I came home to create gift plates and organize drop-offs for the neighbors. Chitunga will be thrilled that kitchen is no longer a pile of stuff, but he'll be chagrined it is all resting in the refrigerator for the night.
I also must say, "Hip Hip Hooray," as I finally tasted my first pralines in an exchange with Dr. Beth Boquet (and yes, the Dr. matters. It always has). They are so good! My elderly neighbor also made me a plate of homemade perogies in thanks for doing her driveway, and they were absolutely stellar. Bring on the Covid-Christmas 35. Phew. No more food.
It's time to give things away and clear out the house some.
I hope the neighbors appreciate the cake (but more, the plates). Definitely a reusable gift. And thank you Alexa for providing this year's Christmas music, although I know you are listening to me, because suddenly my Facebook feed was pralines and perogies. Not a coincidence. So creepy.
Finally, a joke I want to remember. I took my skis to the zoo, so I could ski trails there. I noticed that one of the cages was full of baguettes. I thought it was odd, but then one of the custodians asked me, "Are you looking at those?" and I said I was. He noted, "Oh, they're a crowd favorite. Bread in captivity, in fact."
Ba dum dum Ch. Happy Tuesday.
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