maple-syrup scotch: a dream that was over too soon.

OK! What I have realized about this posting-everyday thing is that it’s physically impossible. Some days I just can’t find the time. It was a good experiment, at least. Yes? Yes. Also, it’s a fair example of the way-of-things-lately that this paragraph has taken me two hours to type. So, last night, Cindi and I went on a date, or ...

SERIOUSLY THE HAPPIEST SNOWMEN EVER!!

Happy Monday, youse. I don’t have much excitingness today, because it went like this: crazy amounts of working, weightlifting class, and then FightKnitting Club. But knitting ruled as always, because we manage to attain surprising levels of crude while being positively wholesome in our crafting endeavors. Bill joined us this evening (to study, not knit, although we may try to ...

or maybe it was a goat infestation.

So, I was just hassling Jumi about not updating daily in November. And now look. The thing is, there’s been life, and a lot of it. But since I haven’t had time to wrap my head around it all yet, I will placate you with the usual goings-on. Friday night, Matt and I dined at Grumpy’s, and I was way ...

anything but major tom.

Dear Internet, It’s still Friday, right? It must be somewhere. Therefore, I have fulfilled my obligation to post today. More later, when I’m not so [insert emotion here]. Love,Jenni