I have a little hobby on the side (when I’m not gardening or cooking). I make scrapbooks. Yes, it’s probably a frivolous hobby. . . it can be kind of expensive and it’s time-intensive.
But, man, is it fun. It’s like an excuse to revert to childhood and feel free to cut and paste like a madwoman.
So, this past weekend I attended a scrapbook “retreat”–it was just at the local mall, but it was two days of making scrapbooks with about 25 other women similarly afflicted.
While I was gone, Trevor apparently got a wild hair about preparing for Christmas.
I knew he was planning to make a couple of different flavors of hard candy–that’s something his mom always made for Christmas.
When I came home on Friday night he’d made lemon hard candy, peanut brittle, and fudge.
By the time I got home on Saturday he’d added butterscotch hard candy, peppermint hard candy, peanut butter fudge, and divinity to that lineup.
Here we come, sugar-coma.