For an excuse that is…
I have apparently been put in charge of Thanksgiving dessert. This task usually fall on my parents, and I’m usually in charge of the fruit salad (which is more of a post-dinner/pre-dessert than an actual dessert). Typically, we have pumpkin pie for the pumpkin pie eaters (myself not included) and french silk or some other creamy chocolate for, well, pretty much everyone since many people take both kinds.
This year, however, provided it’s okay by the other purely non-pumpkin pie eater (I discovered my dad doesn’t really like pumpkin pie… weird! So he’s a third), I plan to make the Red Velvet Cupcakes I’ve been pining over. And if I make enough, I will have the potluck at work on Black Friday covered. Woot!
Until then, however, I must sew. And if I’m not sewing, I must be productive in some way. I’m failing at productivity… Miserably.
And I need new work pants. I feel like things are crumbling. But at least I might have a new home tomorrow, and that’s pretty exciting, even if The Hippy is now paralyzed with fear. Not moving until after Christmas, though. That’s just too damn much to deal with.