I'm officially excited for Christmas. I'm already listening to my favourite Christmas music, planning what cookies to bake, and buying gifts. Do you think that's weird? Given that I'm mostly Jewish?
Anyway.
My choir is also going to be doing carolling (at my insistence, hehe) and that's got me excited too.
My BH, an avid fruitcake fan, is already steeping candied fruit in booze. I don't like fruitcake, but I've learned to stop questioning his devotion. Once, at a wedding, I saw him go from table to table scooping up people's discarded fruitcake favours. He looked like a kid in a candy store, except that the candy was strong-tasting cake that could break your teeth.
Gotta love that that guy.
My studio is all tiled, so now we have to hang a couple of shelves and we're done. I can't wait to start recording - oh man oh man.
You know what else? Thanks to our awesome vet, Frida has a functioning ear canal and is... Get this..... RARELY ITCHY. Can you believe it? When we got her, if she wasn't sleeping, she was scratching until she bled. We are overjoyed that she's feeling better.
Her happiness has also translated into her being more playful with Morty, which for Frida means that she lovingly bats him in the face. Repeatedly. Until he plays with her. Bulldogs!
More soon...
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My mother after letting the fake fruit bits soak as much booze as they can. Bakes said cake. She then gets a 40 ouncer of run or brandy. And poors it, in lieu of icing, over/into the cake.
Then wraps the fruit cake in booze soaked teatowels.
I don't like fruitcake but I like that.. or I just like booze.
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