There'll Be Marshmallows For Toasting
Homemade marshmallows. Melted chocolate chips. Graham cracker crumbs. A very patient husband with a little propane torch. Smores without campfire. Yum.
I'm tired. Bone tired. Almost cry in the grocery store tired. Go to three different post offices to send a tiny package out of the country tired. Can't wait for propane torch yielding husband to have a few days off of work tired. Staying in my pajamas as long as I can tired. Good tired.
But enough belly aching. I'm tired of complaining. My kids are on a nice long walk with their big cousin (who's probably thrilled to be done with her first semester of college!) and I've got eyes to embroider on a sock monkey and flannel pajama shorts to stitch up. I'm going to need another pot of coffee to go with my egg nog. It's the most wonderful time of the year, or so my Jingle Bell Rock Pandora station tells me.
Posted by Molly at 10:05 AM