hannah has a recipe in the cookbook - show me
school…
work…
school….
work…..
play!!!!!!!!!!!
all of my christmas memories before college were spent at my mimi and papa’s house in lake village, arkansas. at times, there would be about forty of us sleeping, eating, and watching tv in their tiny house. my cousin’s and i would stay awake all night planning how we would catch santa clause leaving us presents. as i got older, and learned there wasn’t a santa, i didn’t want to hurt my parent’s feelings b/c they seemed so in to it. i must have done a good job pretending, b/c i remember my dad taking me to the back bedroom to gently break the news to me that i wouldn’t be getting a pet rat, and that there was not a santa clause.
leaving for little rock next tuesday, and i can hardly wait.