So I have a plan.
A grand master of plan of the ultimate in psychological trickery.
I’m painting my fridge.
Hold on, listen.
For those of you who’ve not followed along with the fridge obnoxiousness – I blame Covid. We ordered a new refrigerator in J U L Y, and each time we get close to the delivery time, we get an email that it’s been delayed another month or so. I’m not alone in this, so many of you have appliance orders that are slowed down because of Covid. I get it. It’s an odd time and I’m whiney. Well, our next delivery date is next Friday the 18th, but I wrote my contact dude and he gently and gingerly told me to expect another delay because it’s not even in their warehouse yet. I stayed cool.
But I’m painting my fridge. Because if I paint my fridge, the fridge will arrive, you see.
It’s just like when you order food at a restaurant, and it’s taking forever to get to the table, so you go to the restroom KNOWING THE FOOD WILL BE THERE WHEN YOU GET BACK. That’s all I’m doing, really. Painting = peeing.
I’m just fine, why do you ask?
YES I’M LISTENING TO EVERLORE.
Actually, I can’t listen to singing while I type. Are you the same? I cannot concentrate. I get hung on the lyrics and forget what I’m typing, so I only listen to instrumental whilst writing a blog post. But I did listen to the first three songs this morning while making my coffee and imagining painting my fridge, and I like it! I need a more solid deep dive later today while wrapping gifts. I hope it’s the EXACT SAME whimsical, dreamy mood as Folklore. Plus maybe some tinsel.
Have you listened?
You’re like, “She knows it’s not Everlore, right?”
Okay, I need one more Christmas book suggestion.
Finished Comfort and Joy last night and – meh. Thing is, I LOVE Kristin Hannah. But this one was a bit of an odd snooze fest. It had some fuzzy moments, but they honestly felt a little forced, which is bizarre to come out of my mouth hole because you know I love forced fuzz, don’t get me wrong. But, meh.
Diving into This Christmas tonight, which will take less than a week. Give me another holiday book! You know you have the goods.
Speaking of, give us a good baking idea! Last weekend we made these stuffed with this and they were divine. I was shocked. And now I feel like deeming every Saturday BAKING DAY because I need yet another thing.
I’m feeling some sort of rustic bread or chocolate loaf or cheesy log or all of that together. Got any ideas?
Same ol’ same ol’ on this end. Besides some fridge painting VOODOO.
Wrapping gifts, Everlore deep dive, building a gingerbread hizz, watching Holidate (is it so lame?), reading, early bedtimes, dreadmill sesh, and shooting some yummy cheesy biscuit twists for ya! Just you wait, ‘Enry ‘Iggins, just you wait.
From this week, in case you missed it and/or ignored it::: Seared Shrimp and Pineapple with Coconut Rice! Crazy simple and sort of summery in flavor. Get in that. And then a Bagel and Sausage Breakfast Casserole! Comfort for days and beyond exquisite for Christmas morning.
The fridge will be white and gold, dare you even ask?
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