This Will Only Hurt a Little by Busy Philipps
My rating: 2 of 5 stars
The first few chapters sucked me in but then the book just kind of flat-lined and I lost interest. Finally skipped to the last page where her memoir came full circle. Must say that I really had higher hopes but just couldn't finish.
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Behold this splendiferous view from my lunch table today. Not too bad for having to work the day after Christmas, don't you think? All I know is that I must repeat this experience way more often.
Is there any better way to wish everyone a Merry Christmas than with Chevy Chase and family from National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation? Methinks not... so there you go.
When the college peeps return to the homestead, guess what happens? Board. Games. And to my utter delight? THIS particular game has been chosen as the starter of our festivities - SCRABBLE! (Little do peeps know... I've been playing Words With Friends for YEARS and have a leg up on them all, skill-wise. Ok, so they know but are just feeling brave - HA!)
Our plan was to have the College Peeps all home by Friday and eating my famous lasagna by Saturday. And guess what? It all worked out, and with all of us going back for 2nds and 3rds! We'll be eating 4ths tomorrow after Christmas Eve mass, so it's the "Gift that Keeps on Giving." Praise be to God.
After running smack into this exquisite leather and fur jacket while in Dillards yesterday, I knew this dream item would be the perfect addition to my Christmas 2017 wish list. And why is this particular jacket so "dreamy" to me? Because I ran across a similar jacket in St. Pancras railway station while touring Europe with my folks a few years ago. We were loading on and off trains through the Chunnel and took advantage of the layover time to do a little bit of souvenir shopping when this expensive gem caught my eye. But unfortunately, I squashed my urge to buy the jacket back then and bought a toy double-decker bus for my son instead. So after giving up my dream of owning that leather and fur piece of fabulousness so long ago, it only seems right that I should dream that dream all over again.
If only Santa will agree with me on this.
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