
He still hates Father Christmas
This weekend is the time to recreate the sandwich of my dreams. I love the Brown Bag Deli and this sammie that they make is divine. This was last year. We will go again this weekend to see Santa in our village and I think Blaise may like him this year.
Our town is like Norman Friggin Rockwelled out to the max and this Santa he is the bomb.



































I think the good thing about sweet Joe reading my blog is he can see what I love. (Hinty Hint Hint) I am so excited for my dancing class tonight.
It is my birthday and I woke up with little voices singing and buttered toast and coffee all over my bed and a feeling of it is good here. I am a queen right here on this bed. My little princes and my king they come to me and tradition is good. It is grounding and it is affirming if you let it.
I never finished my list properly. I will work on my 36 list this holiday weekend and tend to it this year and let it really grow something special.
I promise that to myself.
Isn't it maddening to know there is so much life to be lived out there and we only get so much time to do it? I want to dance in the streets this year and talk more deeply and listen way harder and frolic. Yeah, I wanna frickin frolic.
Kiss Kiss

35 looms like right round the corner and I must take these cute glasses that I really only got because of a kick ass vision package and the look of black turtlenecks paired with two toned Mui Mui frames and now I must really wear them
sometimes my eyes go all gobblygoo when I write and so I put these on and it's much better
It's like admitting defeat.
concealer, spanx, push up demi cups, & specs
Don't tell me what is next

