I have come up with a plan for what to make my family for Christmas this year. It should be fun, and hopefully much less tedious those eight pair of pants I sewed for everyone last year. Sadly, I can't reveal what I'm making because just about everyone in my family reads this blog, but just know that I will be knitting busily on these items from now until Christmas.
Today is dreary and I am having a sick, pukey day. Emma and I are both still wearing our pajamas. I imagine we will hurry up and get dressed when I know Steve is on his way home, so we can at least give the outward appearance of not having been lazy and useless all day. We are, however, having a nice time watching movies and reading lots of books.
The other night for dinner, I warmed up some brisket that I had previously cooked and frozen. For some reason it turned into a stringy mess, much more like spaghetti than beef. (I always seem to be saying "for some reason" when I'm talking about things I've cooked. Does anyone else experience as many cooking mysteries as me?) Steve and Emma had fun playing with the stringy stuff. Here they are sporting a couple of brisket mustaches.