I decided to make a lemon cheesecake for my husband’s birthday this past weekend. Turned on the oven, started making the crust… realized I had no lemons. Ran to my friend Robot Princess‘ house, where she gave me three. As soon as I got home, she texted, “You left 98 lemons here.” We’re going to have an Olympics/lemon party next month.
It’s bad all year in big box stores, but something about the holidays brings out the extra deer-in-headlights in the middle of the aisles. Happy holidays, readers.
It’s migration season… they’re flying over our house and honking like Boston traffic…
The story went something like this, right?
I’ll be right in… as soon as the sun goes down.