The best Christmas gift I ever got wasn’t a My Little Pony. It wasn’t a Dyson Motorhead v6 Cordless Stick Vacuum. Which may or may not have been a self-gift. I’d post a link but there’s a newer, better version out now we’re not promoting consumerism around here. It wasn’t Aunt Alaine’s Rainforest cake that… Continue reading The Best Christmas Gift I Ever Got Wasn’t a Fruitcake
I have a love/hate relationship with stuff: I love getting rid of stuff because I hate it. It’s genetic I suspect. My dad is infamous for his lifelong, one-man war on clutter. No stuff was safe around this heroic man- his stuff, your stuff, stuff in our home, stuff in other people’s homes, or even… Continue reading Dear Jesus, Your Birthday Was Nice. I Got Lots of Stuff.