Several years ago, my Brother gave me a lump of coal for Christmas. It was shellacked and had an image of Santa painted on it. We all had a good laugh when I opened it, and it’s still sitting on the bedside table in my room.
Coal is an amusing gift for anyone who didn’t quite make the Nice List this year. If you don’t have time to order this faux-coal, you can always wrap a charcoal briquet in ribbon and call it a day.
My dark under eye circles have been the bane of my existence since I was 12. Is the cause lack of sleep? Dehydration? Sinus issues? Stress? Who the hell knows. But there they are, every day, telling the world that I am an exhausted working Mom.
Every now and again, I spot a piece on sale and I have to have it. I need it. I cannot live without it. Recently, I spotted a jersey tee at Boden that takes a casual top to the next level, and I just needed to share.
Sloane loves the pool. She jumps from the deck into the water with a crash, never considering her own safety, only to emerge on the surface, shouting “Again!” The pool is my daughter’s happy place. But no place where I need to wear a swimsuit in public is a happy one for me.
My dark under eye circles have been the bane of my existence since I was 12. Is the cause lack of sleep? Dehydration? Sinus issues? Stress? Who the hell knows. But there they are, every day, telling the world that I am an exhausted working Mom.
Every now and again, I spot a piece on sale and I have to have it. I need it. I cannot live without it. Recently, I spotted a jersey tee at Boden that takes a casual top to the next level, and I just needed to share.
Sloane loves the pool. She jumps from the deck into the water with a crash, never considering her own safety, only to emerge on the surface, shouting “Again!” The pool is my daughter’s happy place. But no place where I need to wear a swimsuit in public is a happy one for me.
The Crowdstrike/Microsoft Meltdown forced me to take a few days off this weekend. No laptop. No billable hours. So we packed Sloane up for a visit to a local llama farm, stopped by the pool, went for coffee, etc. Few things are as funny as watching a 23-month old feed carrots to a ravenous rescue […]
Another fun way to give coal is to get chocolate chunks wrapped to look like coal. It gets the naughty message across, but is a bit sweeter than the real thing (if you’ll pardon the pun). They’re available on Amazon, but I’ve also seen them at Target and other stores. https://www.amazon.com/Candy-Crate-Santas-Chocolate-Coal/dp/B000ZH8Y6U/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1387658156&sr=8-1&keywords=chocolate+lump+of+coal
Ha! I remember when I was a kid, one of my cousins had been really bad and all he got for Christmas was coal. Actual coal. Nothing else. Let me tell you that we were all super nice the following year.
My mom used to always put a tiny piece of charcoal briquet in the toe of my filled-to-the-brim christmas stocking to remind me that we can all be a litttttle nicer throughout the year