It's one of those days where I have nothing to say and plenty to do.
The surprise was ruined. I had to remind myself that we were still going to New York even though my sisters knew about it now. My mom and I were pretty angry when someone told Grace.
All that being said, I have nothing packed. That's not a hyperbole. I don't even have my suitcase out. I know that I want to bring my red corduroy pants along, but that's as far as my planning/packing has gone.
I made a butternut squash casserole that came out less than delicious, but was definitely edible.
I'm sewing a boatload of things tonight. After sewing my own Christmas stockings, I'm of course, stoked. I like getting better at things.