We love watching movies. Movie nights happen each weekend. It's a serious business. There are rules. And potato chips.
Perhaps my resistance to reading 'ten steps to anything' will serve me well, if ever the un-dead take over.
Runners are not always known for their willingness to be sensible and miss runs. But, this year I have decided to try it.
I'd be lying if I said I didn't have a minor teary tantrum, in the dark of my car, before eating my feelings at a drive-through burger establishment.
Today is Early Childhood Educators Day. I got a cupcake. I'm good with that.
Burnt Butter Biscuits. Buttery, nutty, and perfect with a cup of tea while writing reports. If only there was time to actually bake them!
To the people who say 'just you wait...' I am not waiting. That time will never come. I don't believe in prophecy, and I think, for what it's worth, you're wrong.
It's guaranteed, most of my runs, especially the longer ones, involve thinking about cake.
The Husband and I are rekindling our love of the TV series The West Wing.
It's a cake of family memories. And gin. It is full of heart. Just the way it should be.