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How to actually make America great again:

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My father asked me to bring cookies to Christmas dinner. He’s expecting store bought, but instead I made sugar cookies and gingerbread men as a festive activity on my kid-free Christmas Eve (with leftover dough in the freezer in case the nieces and nephew want to bake cookies next week). So here’s hoping he’s not expecting Oreos.

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northern hemisphere babes we made it to the longest night of the year. we made it. for the next 6 months, every day will give us a little more daylight than the last. let's go. take my hand. climb out of the darkness with me

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This is now a well-established lazy weekend tradition with NFA, and I love it

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This was actually really fun to make. So much so that I’m a little sorry it’s done and thinking about decoration possibilities for other themes. If it weren’t incredibly easy to do (I.e., so why would you pay someone to do it) I’d be daydreaming about making it into a side hustle.

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When my alarm went off this morning, a wave of relief rushed over me. Surely it was way too dark to be the correct time . . .

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For those curious about what happened with the AI notes from earlier this week, Dolores was a no-show at our Thursday meeting. I won’t have the chance to speak with her alone until Tuesday.

I’m helping to throw a baby sprinkle for my work partner and have been tasked with making a diaper cake. I’ve never done this before — I mean, probably most people haven’t? — but it looks pretty easy on YouTube. Fingers crossed.

We decorated the tree tonight (finally). Adelaide and I each made a mug of chai and were taking turns annoying each other by slurping it. At one point, I looked up from my mug and Adelaide was slowly raising her mug to her lips with BIG eyes and I did an actual spit take . . . all over two pieces of furniture, my purse, my work bag, and my laptop. Whoops.

This is a random one, but I was watching a squirrel cross the road the other day and I’m just so amused by how they pull their tails in tight to their butts to go into turbo mode. (You were warned.)

I put two items on Offer Up a week ago. I had pretty immediate interest on both, one woman messaging “SOLD!!” and both people asking when I was available to meet. I gave them very open options for this weekend. I even agreed to meet in the next town over. Didn’t hear a peep from either all weekend. UGH.

My not-very-old television has kicked the bucket — cue the “sometimes expensive is worse” gif — so NFA is going to help me pick a new one this coming weekend. He’s been in research mode since we discussed, sending articles and texting questions and seems genuinely excited, which is making what would otherwise be kind of an annoying task actually pretty fun.

God, I love eggnog season. If I could continue purchasing it after the holidays, it would really do a lot to take the sting out of January and February.

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A year or so ago, I purchased a pair of heavily lined fleece joggers from Athleta and I’ve never been more consistently happy with an article of winter clothing. Every time I slide them on I have to stop myself from groaning “YEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS” out loud like some sort of fleece pervert.

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Today started with me lounging in my cozy bed while the rabbit hopped around my room and the upstairs hall, pausing occasionally for pats. Then I made scrambled eggs and scratch blueberry pancakes with my birds-and-mistletoe Christmas apron tied over my polar-bears-in-scarves Christmas pajamas while singing and dancing around to Christmas music, including a little waltz with Teddy, and added a little eggnog to my coffee. It’s feeling very Disney over here.

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Leonid Pasternak  (Ukrainian, 1862–1945) - The Torments of Creative Work

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Hey guys. Friends. Northern hemisphere pals. Only like 10 days until the days start getting longer again.