a Saturday in December
It doesn’t snow much in Maryland, so no flakes floating around outside, but my apartment smells like fresh-baked cranberry orange scones and I’m still in my pajamas. Waiting for my husband to get out of bed so we can run some errands, of course!
The Christmas tree (white) is hovering in the corner, brightly wrapped packages are resting beneath it (foil wrap, the stuff I always wanted as a kid but never convinced my mom to buy) and Mr. wants to make out Christmas cards this afternoon. Maybe I should unearth the Barenaked Ladies Christmas CD.
Hooray December! 
