Still, good meatballs.
Felt good to be back at work today. I've been terribly moody about that lately, so it was nice to be productive and focused.
A leftover Christmas story: my friend Beth took a painting class this fall/winter, and decided to send cards featuring prints of her work. Her first effort was an attempt to make Christmas ornaments, "but," she said, "I just ended up with something that looked like colorful balls." Naturally (and immaturely), I burst out laughing. "I want one of those!," I said. "Because nothing says Christmas like colorful balls!" And now, a card rests on my mantle. Written inside:
Nothing says Christmas like "colorful balls."She's the best.
On a separate note, my tongue is going to be bloody before this passes. I just know it.