Just because I feel the world should know: I went to Barnes and Noble tonight and ordered a Peppermint Mocha to sip on while I wandered around. Oh my yuummmm. Sip hell! I think I guzzled that drink. I highly recommend a Peppermint Mocha for adding to the adrenaline crazed edge of holiday shopping. Because, you know, caffeine makes it all better.

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Dear Sybil,

I am no longer jealous. I found out today that a certain author is giving me an ARC of her next release. It’s in the mail. And I didn’t have to trade either my firstborn or my Marjorie Liu ARC. I get to have all three. Nyah nyah nyah!

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I made a turkey yesterday. Despite it taking slightly longer to cook than anticipated (I think it wasn’t thawed completely) it turned out really well. It had pretty fabulous flavor, if I do say so myself. However, I noticed that Josh barely touched his. The following conversation ensued:

Me: Weren’t you hungry?

Him: Umm…well…not really.

Me: Late lunch?

Him: No.

Me: *peering suspiciously at husband* Why aren’t you hungry?

Him: Well…uh… Oh, okay, you want the truth?

Me: What?

Him: The turkey tastes like the plant smells like.

**For the record, his new job? At a DOG FOOD manufacturer.**

Me: My turkey tastes like dog food? Nice.

Him: Did you want me to lie?

Me: Does this mean I’m never going to be able to cook turkey or chicken again?

Him: I don’t know.

Me: Dumbass.

I got a very nice massage by the fire after dinner. But it didn’t make me forget that he said my turkey tasted like dog food. Something like that requires more than a massage. I’m thinking jewelry.

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