Christmas Cheer
I did wonder if this Christmas, I would have a pony waiting under the tree (or at least at the barn) but sadly it was not to be.
Websites have been scanned daily for my perfect partner and I did find a few gorgeous boys who I thought may have been a good match. One was swiped by another lady before I could even book our first meeting. Another just didn't dance that well on film and the last, although was 'negotiable on price', wasn't quite negotiable enough!
In the meantime I have been busy planning Christmas. I love this time of year, it has always been a special time for me and I am excited to host our family for lunch tomorrow. Christmas lunch however, is a a bit of a standing joke in our house. Usually I begin with great organisation and energy, whipping up dishes and stuffing birds. Everything goes swimmingly for a good while. The problem is, that I do like to have a glass of wine whilst I cook, and roast dinners take quite a while... right? So, I cook and sip, refill. Sip and cook. Then, by the last half hour or so (which is always the crazy bit) I am usually just a tad merry. The cooking begins to seem less fun and I begin to drift off to start chatting to friends and family. This often happens during that crazy last half hour of cooking when everything has to come together. Luckily I have a husband who magically steps in and gets it all finished off and on the table before it burns, so really, why even try to stay sober for the whole thing? That would be no fun at all!
Websites have been scanned daily for my perfect partner and I did find a few gorgeous boys who I thought may have been a good match. One was swiped by another lady before I could even book our first meeting. Another just didn't dance that well on film and the last, although was 'negotiable on price', wasn't quite negotiable enough!
In the meantime I have been busy planning Christmas. I love this time of year, it has always been a special time for me and I am excited to host our family for lunch tomorrow. Christmas lunch however, is a a bit of a standing joke in our house. Usually I begin with great organisation and energy, whipping up dishes and stuffing birds. Everything goes swimmingly for a good while. The problem is, that I do like to have a glass of wine whilst I cook, and roast dinners take quite a while... right? So, I cook and sip, refill. Sip and cook. Then, by the last half hour or so (which is always the crazy bit) I am usually just a tad merry. The cooking begins to seem less fun and I begin to drift off to start chatting to friends and family. This often happens during that crazy last half hour of cooking when everything has to come together. Luckily I have a husband who magically steps in and gets it all finished off and on the table before it burns, so really, why even try to stay sober for the whole thing? That would be no fun at all!

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