My mother decided she wanted to make Christmas cookies, like the Italian ones my grandmother used to bake. In the recipe box, we found three different versions each with a slight variation. 3/4 cup sugar... 1/2 cup sugar... 4 cups flour... maybe 4 1/2... 1 teaspoon anise, or perhaps 2. Whatever it was that came out of the oven was beyond fail. Not sweet, couldn't even find a hint of anise flavoring, and very dry. So sad. And instead of maybe we can try again next weekend, my mother said, "Better luck next year."
Wah wah.
Best part of my job? Its always a sunny day at 35,000 ft. The following describes my life, it's glamour, and the glory of being a flight attendant for a legacy airline. You're jealous... I can tell.
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Saturday, November 23, 2013
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Lots O
I saw the most amazing thing driving on my way to work: a garbage truck with a Lots O bear on the front!!! It brought such joy to my heart, I can't even tell you.
But in the words of Mr. Feeney, if you don't have pictures you got nothing.
Via iPhone
But in the words of Mr. Feeney, if you don't have pictures you got nothing.
Via iPhone
Monday, November 18, 2013
Friday, November 8, 2013
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