Years ago, my mother would pile up sliced onions into the crockpot with butter and let them go on low all day. She would eat them cold out of the jar, or put them on everything. And I did it a few times, too, then forgot about it.
But, Lo and behold, this blogger did it one better by adding three types of onion and seasonings and I was all in anew. I made a batch last week and I am almost done using them up in quesadillas, on burgers, added to dinner, scrambled eggs...its been a delicious reminder to keep buying onions.
I like McDonald's, okay? Don't come at me.
I treated myself to a Grinch adult Happy Meal and got the red socks. Yes, I will be wearing them to work. And I noticed several nurses sporting them at work last weekend. So its a THING.
I treated myself to new flannel PJ pants since Old Navy had them at 60% off. I realize they mark them up just to put them on sale. Literally every retailer does the same thing. But it made me happy to have such vibrant fun prints to snuggle into at the end of the day. I cleared out the two top drawers of Mark's dresser so I could start folding my jammies and sweaters. The dresser takeover begins.
The Pena print hanging so far out from the wall was bugging me. I think it was because the nails in the wall anchors were too long. And I couldn't adjust them as the nails were stuck like chuck in the anchors. So I had to remove said anchors, reinstall new ones, patch the previous giant holes, find smaller screws to hang the art on, and repaint.
You can't even tell.
Then I hung it again (not shown) and the frame still sticks out a tiny bit at the top. So I will add Sticky Tac to the underside of the top corners of the frame and call it done, because I don't want to fool with this any more.
I moved my plant babies - some to the garage, some to the guest room. (I was over having to load up my window seat in the kitchen every winter) For the ones in the garage, I will water them once a week and let them soak up the morning sun a couple of days per week. I also might arrange them differently, depending on how the sun hits the garage door.
I relaxed my "no new Christmas ornaments" rule for a carved snowflake at Hob Lob for a couple dollars on sale. It made me smile and brought me joy. Cheap thrills.
Gina








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