My camera is broken (finally, after six years of rough loving).
If it was working, I would take a picture of:
* The Hot Dog Princess stuffed animal that Chiv and our friend Kim made me for Christmas. (IT IS SO FUCKING CUTE THAT IT BURNS. SHE HAS A LITTLE GOLDEN CROWN, YOU GUYS. HOT DOG PRINCESS.)
* The Thai chili that I made today at 11pm. Chiv went to bed at 9:30pm, but I’ve been restless. The macadamia ginger crunch cookies that I made for Chiv and my boss are now finished, too, so I’m about to hop into bed with that boy and our dogs.
Watching “Say Yes to the Dress” and feeling happy about not being a crazy, high-strung bridezilla.
But also kind of feeling terrified of having to go wedding dress shopping.
Someone please find me something comfortable, vintage-looking, champagne or ivory colored, not sleeveless? Size 14 or 16.
“We’re not very traditional, you know,” I tell him while downing the rest of my vegan white Russian, surrounded by the beginnings of gingerbread men.
Today, Olive ate our Christmas tree lights. I strung two sets, so I just took off the set that she had chewed, and re-strung the one set. I cleaned like a fucking boss yesterday and today. This weekend, I want to pump out a few paintings, and I can’t concentrate when things are cluttered. I’m making vegan gingerbread men and Chiv is making baked Scotch eggs and we’re listening to Frank Sinatra and Amanda Palmer and today is just really, really nice.