So I made the world’s best cinnamon rolls last night. Yummy.
So, since Jen wasn’t feeling too good, I took her a few. We talked a lot. Mostly about death and the fact that we are both going to have a tough Christmas. I have to contend with the fact that my MIL isn’t here. There are certain things that she does for Christmas and no one else was allowed to. She put up the Christmas Village, there were several ornaments that she put up herself. Who is going to do that this year? Will dad even put up the tree? If so, will HER ornaments go up or stay in the boxes? Will he even attempt to put up the village. If he does, will he get it wrong? I will definitely notice if he doesn’t. Jen is spending this Christmas, for the first time, without her brother. That’s very significant. He’s always been home for Christmas and I really feel for her. We talked about our own mortality and the mortality of the people closest to us. It was just one of those nights. BUT… She is coming to my house for Thanksgiving… This is the first time ever. We (Jenny, Emily Rose and I) will be making a turkey, tofurkey, green bean casserole, green beans and spaetzels, the best (and most fattening) mashed potatoes in the effing world, sweet potatoes, acorn squash, corn, stuffing, warm butter rolls, sauteed wild mushrooms with spinach, cheesy potatoes augratin, garlic bread, egg nog, holiday mimosas, pumpkin pie, apple pie and gooey cinnamon rolls. We will be cooking for HOURS! But I am looking forward to it. Today, I have to clean the house and wash the floors. Let’s see if that happens mmm’okay?
Vomitus of the Brainus 