Month: December 2013

Baby, it’s cold outside. No really. Nose hairs are stabbing my face from the inside.

Nothing says sledding weather like temps hovering in the single digits and a wind chill so frosty it turns normally silken nostril hairs into pointy little daggers threatening to turn your face into something from Game of Thrones. Be that as it may, us sturdy Midwestern stock take crazy cold winter weather as a challenge, a double dog dare if…

Use your noodle and make leftovers the best part of the week.

There are 10 days standing between us and St. Nick, and I have no idea how it happened. Um, I might want to order our Christmas cards. And wrap things. Or you know, buy things to be wrapped. And sure, I remember Thanksgiving dinner (still full), and Jeff making all things indoorsy/outdoorsy merry with approximately sixty mabillion ornaments and string lights…