The Belly Aching Continues
My car is still on an extended sleepover with the mechanic.
We drove all the way to Burnet last night to see Main Street Bethlehem. This is something we've wanted to do for years, and somehow have managed to miss, every time.
Alas, when we arrived, there was a very very VERY long line to get in. The parking attendant told us the wait was averaging about two hours.
We went home.
I ate a lot of ice cream and then moaned about the fact that the Year of Pie
has turned into the Year of the Incredible Expanding Waistline.
I would sure like to see the end of this little streak that I'm having.
I'll bet you'd like to see the end of the belly aching too. Sorry folks. I'm like Austin Powers… I've lost my mojo.
So, this week I'm going to do my very best to get it back, to wrestle up some Christmas spirit by counting my many blessings. I'm going to spend the week blogging about the things that are sprinkling this holiday season with seeds of joy, or something like it.
1) The courthouse in Burnet was really pretty, even if we didn't get to see Bethlehem.
2) Our santa… he's very much like one that we had when I was little. He makes me smile every single time I see his rosy glow.
3) And speaking of rosy glow…
If we had to come home, at least we got to come home to twinkly lights and a warm fire and Bluebell.
We live in Texas… where we get to have fires and eat ice cream all at once.
And Happy Monday!