It’s December now, it’s freezing literally freezing outside, and the Powers That Be decided this was a good time to turn off the heat and let the repairmen have a party in the basement.  Have I told you about how much I hate the cold?  It’s kind of hard to work a needle and thread when your fingertips feel like ice cubes.  The only time it is acceptable to be cold outside is when it’s snowing.  Very grumpily I retreated to the warmth of the local bookstore and made myself ill on sugary overpriced coffee drinks.  I also decided to take this opportunity to try and get my next post done.  I guess it’s not all bad.

I was originally going to write something about the stuff I’m making my friends for Christmas, but then I realized those are really the only people who read my blog and that would ruin all the fun. Besides, I haven’t actually had time to make them yet.  Instead I shall regale you with one of my recent adventures.

This one is a heartwarming holiday story. Okay, I promise it’s not really.  I took a road trip with my husband to visit his grandmother before Thanksgiving and it was a lot of fun. My last little journey book went over pretty well so I made another for this trip.  I don’t care if this isn’t supposed to be a travel blog. You can’t confine a Jefita with your preconceived notions of bloggery.  This is actually only part one because I want to draw out the suspense, not because I haven’t finished it yet…

And that concludes part one of this grand adventure.  I promise it gets even better in the second half.  There might even pirates or spacemen!  You’ll have to stay tuned to find out.  I’ll try and make the wait less than a week.  Now I’m off to the very serious business of making tasty things to eat.