The girls had the day off from school, so we spent the morning listening to Christmas music and baking cinnamon rolls. (The kind that come in a can.) Because I’m one of those annoying jerks who always announces what they’re doing on Facebook, I soon learned that my friend Mitzi was also baking cinnamon rolls. These cinnamon rolls. As soon as she shared that link, my synapses began to fire differently, and now I can’t stop thinking about pumpkin cinnamon rolls.
The girls and I had lunch with my parents, and when we left the restaurant, our car was one bag of dried apricots heavier than it was when we had left the house. My life is a good one.
I got my hair cut. It’s a little too short, but that means I can probably get through Christmas without having to drop more money on a haircut. I win.
Oh. I bought this for you.