Warm & Fuzzy

Can't type much...my fingers are still thawing.

Brr. Right? BRRRR! I'm not sure what the surprise is, it is winter after all. But still...cold (this coming from the gal who used to wear shorts to the bus stop during a Minnesota January).

For some reason, I find NYC to be chillier than the two past tundras I resided in, Minnesota and Ithaca. Maybe it's the wind tunnels, maybe it's the fact that you do a lot more walking and waiting for the bus. Winters in New York City are brutal. 

And you have to watch where you stand.

But, if you manage to make it home without being impaled by an underground icicle, mix yourself this concoction and start to feel warm & fuzzy within minutes.

Your favorite hot chocolate

TCHO Drinking Chocolate

+

Dogfish Head Peanut Butter Vodka (trust me)

Stay toasty!

Blooming

My Gran passed away a year ago today. Man, I miss her.

I think about her every single day. Sometimes in a major, weepy, meaning of life kind of way. Sometimes in simple, little ways. Today I had memories of her in the small things.

I bought myself a Christmas Cactus a few years back after noticing one in Gran's dining room window. It has never before bloomed at Christmas. Until this year.

Happy New Year, Gran. Love you.