This year, I have to say, is going down in the books, and all was captured by my fancy new diggie cam that is NOT the size and weight of a can of hefty chef …
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A Very Brunstetter Christmas
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apparently, people read this
I’m sorry that I lied and went to the lake without you, in fear of you stealing All Boys. I was a big twat then, and still am now, but at least now I am …
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home
I remember how to drive. Sort of.
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honestly
Alright, Bekah. Le jig is up. It is time to quit living lie things, and come forward, honestly, about your sad, post-graduate addictions. Do not glamorize your life; rather, tell the truth. Be honest about …
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odd
…Odd.
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love loaf
Friday night, I abandoned any and all social engagements and Baked. More specifically, je baked little pumpkin breads with dark chocolate and hazelnut chunks. People, they turned out swimmingly, as plump little edible Christmas …
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so
Everybody, meet my Uncle Robert on a horse. My Uncle Robert on a horse – meet Everybody. …. : ) …… yeah. I said : ) .
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the fruits of my labor
I made this. Will someone pat me on the back already? Gah.
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la fete, sur une, uh, boat
I spent the majority of my afternoon on a cruise ship, for my company’s annual Christmas party. The 200 some odd equity employees and I boarded a large rocky boat thing, which circled round …
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a gift
Um – my mom sent me a little Christmas Tree. And I like it. A lot.