So Thanksgiving has come and gone. I like to think you guys know I'm thankful for you. You do know that, right? Even if we've never actually spoken - even in comments. Even if I have no idea what your given name is. I'm still thankful you drop by now and then to read silly comics or find out what I'm doing.
And my family. Ohboy. I love 'em. They're nuts, but they're also hilarious. And when they're not making the Baby Jesus cry (and even sometimes when they are!) they are a joy to be around.
And, of course, the Boy. Well, I just adore the hell out of him. :D
I spilled wax on myself. I do this a lot, because candles fascinate me just enough to overcome my wariness around fire. It was an evergreen scented candle. So even after I got most of the wax off, I smell like a Christmas tree. Yay, me.
Also, something like 75% of my cinnamon extract (which I use as a perfume, along with the vanilla) is gone. This upsets me. But only slightly.