It feels weird to have a website. I’ve been updating my favorite social media sites with my web address. Now I’m one of those people.

Today I’ve done normal things…laundry, made sausage gravy, wrapped Christmas presents, watched Romy and Michelle’s High School reunion-I’d give you the link if it were any count, but it ain’t, so I’m not- {did anybody else just sing Janet Jackson with that? No? Just me then.} and submitted my book review for the library’s blog. Thank God they keep that one updated for me. I was just relieved to finish that book. It’s another’n I’d give you the link to if it was worth reading. But it’s not. Such a shame. I hate it when books and authors disappoint me. My next one is going much better.

I DESPISE wrapping Christmas presents. I much prefer the buying aspect. I even like the buying of the paper. And I continue to buy more every single year, even though we have more than enough to see us through the next decade. My wrapping skills are sorely lacking. Johnny has these precise corners…mine are a wadded up, torn, much-taped, hideous disgrace. It truly is shameful.

Now that is an example of one of my worst case scenarios. The package was too big for my wrapping paper. What choice did I have? You should know the tag read: “Wrapped with love, but not much talent.” So what I normally do in these wrapping situations–and you’re more than welcome to adopt this little nugget for yourself–is put an elaborate bow and ribbon concoction on it to draw attention away from the rest of the mess. I mean, kids don’t care what it looks like…but Southern women are certain to notice and critique. Best to cover up your faults with a good dash or something flashy. And if you splurge for real ribbon and not that tacky curling ribbon you get bonus points. Best to err on the side of caution and buy the wide, wired stuff. Sam’s Club has it for next to nothing for a gigantic roll. And I oh-so-helpfully gave you the direct link right there.

I’m curious about this new curbside pickup service grocery stores are offering. While I don’t have kids, I am lazy by all accounts, and I feel that I could really benefit by saving myself the 800 steps or so (I used to have a Fitbit, I can tell you a lot about distances now). And I’m sure it would save me quite a bit of money. I don’t know what gets into me in the jam aisle, not to mention the cheeses…

And I know that apple butter ain’t gonna be worth the time it took to pick it up; being raised on homemade I do have a discriminating palate. But I had a weak moment. However, the red plum and the strawberry-blackberry are both fantastic. I tried to make homemade freezer jam this summer and that was a train wreck. It’s all runny…I think I let it boil too long but what choice did I have? I was a one woman operation and pouring those jars takes a steady hand (which I don’t have) and patience (which I’m also a little short on). But it did turn out quite a vibrant shade of red. And thanks to several cups of sugar, also quite sweet.

American Pickers is on TV. It’s a good one ~ an old man that’s collected a bunch of crap over the course of his life and now he’s ready to see it off. Maybe get a little pocket money to spend on a cruise with their sweetheart. I could watch these episodes all day. It is nerve wracking when they don’t wanna sell, though. I understand about accumulating crap. I come from a long line of pack rats. My great grandmother lived through the Depression so she saved everything. I LOVED playing in her many closets and trying on all these fabulous hats. My grandmother kept every polyester pants suit she ever had, which were not nearly as enticing.

I just wanted to drop a few lines this evening, stay in the habit, you know. It’s not hard to write, my trouble is getting it to the right place. I don’t think it’s happening yet. But I’m trying.

Thanks for reading. I’m off to bake cookies.