One week off.
One glorious week off.
I can hike!
I can read magazines!
I can blow dry my hair!
Or:
Anyone feel like getting together for a jam session? We can just eat jam if you want.
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One week off.
One glorious week off.
I can hike!
I can read magazines!
I can blow dry my hair!
Or:
Anyone feel like getting together for a jam session? We can just eat jam if you want.
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Once upon a time, I fancied myself quite the crafter.
I even got two of my closest friends on board for an annual Kristmas Krafty Korner. Or at least that’s what we called it until we realized we were holding yearly KKK meetings.
This year, I thought I’d combine my crafting and planet-saving endeavors to make soy wax candles out of recycled wine bottles.
I’d seen this amazing glass-cutting trick involving yarn, nail polish remover, and fire, which I think we can all agree sounds like a good time. My mom, Babs, and I diligently emptied wine bottle after wine bottle all week, until we had enough to get going.
We wrapped those bottles in nail polish remover-covered yarn, lit them on fire, and…
Nothing.
I checked the YouTube videos again. And again. We tried a different nail polish remover. A different yarn. Heck, we even tried 90 proof booze. Nothing was burning through these babies. Finally, I sucked it up and bought a glass cutter from Michael’s, which looked like a cross between a guillotine and a giant protractor.
And that was great. Except for the part where that didn’t work either.
Here’s where you probably think I gave up. But nay! Babs had mason jars.
And at last:
Any other holiday miracles happening out there?
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Oh, sweet, fuzzy, forgiving chipmunks.
I had high hopes. I really did. Despite adding a graduate program to my plate, I thought I could still check in on the reg. Now I don’t even have time to type regular.
Yet with twinkly lights shining and my local Trader Joe’s up and running again, I can’t help but think of how much I miss you! And in the spirit of spreading good cheer…
Behold, the final project for my Environment Ethics class.
Psst – Babs is in it.
Oh. Sure. Now you’ll watch.
How’ve you been?! What’d I miss?! …Michelle Obama ISN’T our next president? Wow. Um. Okay.
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