With all due respect, Santa, I’d like to request you take me off your “Nice” list this year.
Paul McCartney is watching me as I type this. His big puppy dog eyes are fixated on me all day. I am totally okay with that, though to be honest it’s distracting. Paul has me in the Christmas spirit.
The two green envelopes, addressed to Santa Claus, had been tucked under a stack of files for 12 years, but the notes inside each of them confirmed that my unique, kind, polite children are still all those things, with just enough unapologetic confidence to keep it real.
I think I get it now, the whole rush to decorate for Christmas weeks before it happens. Not October. I don’t get that. But November decor, well, I’ve accepted that.
Good music never gets old. Good musicians don’t either. And my music-obsessed heart will always beat just a little faster for a band with a good horn section.
You should have seen my face when I found out that I could not watch the new season of Yellowstone, a highly charged fictional television series that was last winter’s binge-watching addiction in my house.
The kids are alright. That’s the message I want you to take away from this Remembrance Day column.
We did it. Our Halloween costumes met all my criteria: creative, affordable, comfortable, and not a lot of makeup or fuss.
One fun Halloween party done, one more to go.
On Sunday, the Carpenter and I will mark our 23rd wedding anniversary; 23 years on October 23rd. That’s good luck (I could be making that whole good luck thing up, but please play along).
I believe in miracles and if you would like proof of one, here it is: I have successfully kept a house plant alive for three years and five months. Yep. Hold your applause.
I can’t believe it’s already Thanksgiving weekend. I’m not complaining though, I’m excited.
The Carpenter loves watching movies with me. He really does. You can’t imagine how much.
I was late to work on Monday because I was attending the funeral of Queen Elizabeth II. I am glad I made time to pay my respects. And yes, I wore black to work.
There is a superstition that if you kill a spider, it will rain that day. This begs the question, what if you spare them?