I haven’t been with you in awhile. I had no idea the impact of my absence until I got not one, but TWO text messages yesterday regarding the, um, absence of someone’s daily dose of lunchtime laughter.
Holla, TVA peeps! My public! My homegirls! Got nuthin’ but love fer ya!
Oh, and, uh, Hi, Mom! Love you too!
I can explain the absence, though: for the last little bit, I’ve been baking. Then I baked some more. And then, when I saw that I had a tiny bit of room left in my freezer, I baked some more. In addition, I’ve been wrapping up two doctoral classes (whose idea was that?), homeschooling one Diva, taking care of one Big Daddy, and attempting to maintain my holiday sanity.
Anywho, I have something very important to tell you…tomorrow. Right now, it’s just the one thing, but by tomorrow it could be a million. Who ever knows what will happen over here between now and then.
Meantime, I want to share with you some pics from our Tennessee Christmas, the first we’ve had in 5 years. There are two things you should know prior to viewing these pics:
1. It hasn’t been above freezing here for over a week. I don’t know why you need to know that, except for the fact that I’m accustomed to going to the beach at Christmas and am working through the physiological ramifications (if you’re missing your funny gland, this is humor…welcome!) of this transition.
2. The pics were taken by our budding photographer. I was what? Riiiiggghhhhtttt…baking.
Elfie/Elfis/Chucky has been visiting nightly. So far, he’s brought all kinds of goodies, but we’re waiting for the fat man, and we’re ready!
We’ve also got snickerdoodles and milk chocolate fudge, but the Diva chose not to photograph those. I think it’s because they are her favorites, and she didn’t want to chance you knowing they were here and sneaking over to get some, but I’m just shooting in the dark here.
There’s a fire in the fireplace, made by Big Daddy. Every time he makes one, he stands back, beats on his chest and says to the fire gods in the sky, “I am man! I make fire!” Then, I pat him on the back and remind him that he just turned the knob down there at the bottom and give him a cookie.
Oh, and of course we’ve got sweet little tiny baby Jesus.
Believe me, I’ve checked.
I’m becoming concerned.
Lovin’ the holidays!