I, fortunately, am not one of those people who have a name that is often misspelled. I had the option of buying my name on a keychain. It’s fairly traditional. So traditional, in fact, that I go by something the more interesting Sahara on WordPress and in a few other places.
Sooo… today. Today. Today. Cohiba and I went to a coffee festival. A coffee festival. Coffee coffee coffffffeeeeeeeee…..
If we were having coffee, we would hug hello, glad that we could still meet, though is it a little early. Cohiba and I have plans for tomorrow, plans I’m sure I’ll tell you about, but I know they’ll occupy my mind.
I got an Advent Calendar for me and Wee One to use for the next month. It is the first time I have had one in years, and it is the first kind of Christmas tradition that I’m starting to do with WO. I hope it will create more than an echo of the warmth for WO that I had as a child. What traditions/rituals your family have?
I realize that talking about Advent and Christmas then only refers to the Christian tradition, and I do not want to exclude my non-Christian readers. Are there other winter/year end/solstice rituals you employ?
Monday night. Because even when you wake up:
If we were having coffee, we wouldn’t really be having coffee. We would be out to dinner after a busy family weekend. We are at *undisclosed* restaurant, and I’m having this cucumber cocktail that is so so so fucking good; it takes me back to St. Maarten. You’ve never even been to the islands, and after you sip it, you’re there, too.