Hello... welcome to LeFigland.
How, may I ask, was your Thanksgiving? Me? Oh, thank you for asking. I didn't cook; I called good ol' Boston Market. Ate spiral macaroni and cheese, so I can't complain.
Lucky me--I had four days off. I've been working many hours of overtime; I had a strong need to diffuse with poultry.
So what else have I been doing you ask? Work, work, work... Oh, I'm moving! (Sorry, completely out of nowhere). Had a happy Tourette's moment.
My most recent dilemma has been my search for a good lunch. I'm so f'in sick of Subway (screw you, Jared); so should I cook instead? Let me guess... work all day--come home--more work--then cook? Thank God my husband loves peanut butter.
Are you ready for Xmas? If you nod your head, leave my blog now. Listen, I like the whole pine tree/candy cane/egg nog/snow/good cheer thing but with the whole 60 degree weather, constant working and not wanting to buy gifts for people, makes me more excited about Starbucks ginger-cinnamon coffee than the holidays.
Happy Rudolph.
