This is such a silly admission. Last night, youngest son was watching a video that our second son had rented---'Guardians of the Galaxy.' At the beginning, the lead character has on headphones and is listening to old (sounds like 80's music---my generation) tunes. He gets his groove on, is dancing and looks so cool, and I had the craziest thought, that that's the way I am in my head. I can dance really well, and always have my groove on. In my head. Yeah, I can moonwalk. In my head. Like when you're in the grocery store and a great song comes on over the stereo system (when they're not announcing specials), and how you get the strongest urge to do a dance down the cereal aisle.
Am I the only one?
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Got out to do some shopping today, and went to the library's used bookstore first. Found a few Frederick Buechner's for second son, and a John Keats for oldest daughter, along with a couple of vintage Christmas children's books. Another Miss Read for me and a Susan Hill, also an Anne Lamott. Addict.
Moving on.
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Going to bake tomorrow. On Pinterest I found a recipe for Christmas Cranberry Bars, and it's showing up at the bottom of this page (well, today it is). The other day in the misfit pile of seconds at the store, I got four bags of sort of fresh/not so fresh cranberries that'll be perfect for this recipe and some cranberry bread. Looking forward to it. For three boys who don't live here I'll make goodie bags with their gifts. I'll put in some of the cranberry stuff, depending on how it works out. Figure we'll give some to our neighbors as well. I'm thinking the Bars will make a lot. Hoping so.
Time to quit. Listening to One Direction, and second daughter is feeding my pigs on HayDay. She's got a silly grin on her face, so will see what she's actually doing on my phone. We're so lame.
