I don’t know if you know that I secretly hate the red cups, but I do. This is because I hate Christmas when it’s not Christmas, because I love Christmas SO MUCH that I hold a strict “No Christmas until Thanksgiving is over” policy.
…At least they are cute…How do YOU feel about red cups?
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Here comes fall. Here goes nothing. Here comes nights darkened by five, evenings of tea, book club, crafts, laughter, love. Here comes yoga, brisk walks home, smiles at work, a season full of hope. Here comes soccer, children running, trying to keep warm, here in this 55 degree weather, these cali-babies can’t handle it. Here comes squash, Thanksgiving, truly being thankful for this LA family and LA life. Here comes pumpkin carving, a new tradition. Here comes face paint. Here goes nothing. Here comes you, and me, spending time there, and here, and all over. Here comes new restaurants in LA. Here comes date nights. Here comes wool socks. Here comes try number three, turkey number three. Here comes another tree. A second Christmas at our first apartment. Here’s to our home. Here comes Camp Waterloo, Christmas cookies, New Year’s with my sister and her fiance and those Chicago friends I’ve missed.
Here goes nothing. 2010, I know we’re not through, just yet…
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Today in my office, my coworker Liz said, “Did you know that you can store an apple with your potatoes and they won’t sprout?” I did know this, as my mother I believe (or my sister, or someone I know…) told me this. However, she went on to explain that you are also not supposed to store potatoes or onions together. Or else.
I’ve already separated the happy family, don’t worry. Where will I ever keep the onions now?
