Any chance to smooch this guy, and I'm there. As of last night, there's mistletoe in our apartment, so now Jeff HAS to kiss me whenever I want, as long as I'm carrying around that twig. Isn't that the rule? Lucky me. Lucky him. What's the deal with mistletoe, anyway? Anyone know how that tradition started?
Christmas time is here! We hit up Molbak's, Crate & Barrel, World Market and McClendon's this weekend to get ready for the raddest Christmas tree ever. Small, woodland creatures (and maybe even furry, white polar bears) will be making their appearance on this blog very soon. I just know it will bless you. Get ready.
Adventure (and kissing) isn't missing,