KRISTIN WOODWARD

break out the Cristal, bitches. it’s a wrap! i can’t believe i survived. why didn’t somebody stop me from rolling straight from Blogtober14 into NaBloPoMo? i mean, really. i said back at the beginning of the month that i must be crazy and now, i’m completely sure i am. good. now i can officially use that as an excuse for other totally bizarre and stupid shit i do. so seeing as how i’m still alive and able to type and all, i figure i should use this last post to reflect on the

a’ight, y’all. in all seriousness. the funniest thing about this post is how absolutely freakin’ absurd it is. could anybody please just give this old lady a break here? i can barely remember what i ate for dinner tonight, much less shit that happened literally decades ago. i mean . . . i am lucky to have a childhood memory, much less something that was funny. i’m not exaggerating when i say that i don’t have that many childhood memories. period. i’ve always wondered why. i d

i mean, something’s always mixed up around here, right? so before i even knew about this whole Blogtober thing, i actually did a post about one of my favorite fall recipes, my grandmother’s apple cake. it’s delicious. grown men beg me for it. i swear. you should go look and then make you some. then make some for someone else. next thing you know, you’ll be awkwardly fending off sweet-toothed suitors with one-track minds, too. meanwhile, my over-achievin’ ass is like well now,

mmmkay. this is completely not where i thought i’d end up tonight. i had all kinds of plans to do my post today about the apple preserves i’m making. i’ve got the jars and the pectin and, well duh, the apples. and i even spent time at Michael’s yesterday figuring out some cute stylings for the finished product, since i’ll inevitably be giving some of it as hostess gifts or just-because things around the neighborhood. and, let’s be honest . . . because it would make for cuter

a bit late to the game, but jumping in on #Blogtober14, here! i’m considering committing to a big writing project for November, so it seems like trying to post here every day is a good way to start flexing those muscles and get into the habit of writing every single day. luckily, The Daily Tay has made it easy for me with a handy-dandy list of writing prompts. whew. so, no excuses and without further ado, my best vacation . . . sure, i’ve been a lot of places. well, i mean no