… get cracking.
I have a little secret. I love pottery. I love to collect it. I love to use it. I love to break it. Well, not so much the last part. I do break a lot of it. It is my fate. My albatross. My doom.
This is one of the many pieces I haven’t managed to smash, chip, crush, obliterate. It’s in one piece, sans chip. And I use it for many things. Right now, during this season of small indulgences, I’m using it for walnuts-classic nutcracker-nut picks. That way I can eat healthy and burn calories at the same time. I am wise in these matters.
Enough about nuts.
It’s the Friday before Christmas Eve — 7 days. Eep!
Finds on the Feed:
For Writers: @ Nathan Bransford’s Blog — In a This Week in Books post, a humorous 2.37 minute video reveal of how the New York Times Bestseller list is generated. Scroll, baby, scroll. Down.
For Chocolate Lovers: @ Honest Fare — A post on Mast Brothers Chocolate. This is chocolate as art form. The video is a stroke of genius.
For Readers: @ The Pioneer Woman — A Beautiful Christmas Story by Ree Drummond. This Christmas tale will make you laugh, wince, cry, shake your head, hug your kids, and wish you had cows. Maybe not.
Shew! I spent the day running here and running there, getting this and getting that, and wishing I was eating a sugary Christmas cookie, or watching Johnny Depp in The Tourist, or… Nope, I can stop with Depp.