Imagine my horror when I unwrapped this “present” at Christmas.
My Mom plead ignorance as to how she “ended up with it,” but I have not let her off the hook. Luckily it was from 1977, when I was 10, so there’s nothing too embarrassing in it. Still, I was pretty melodramatic even at that age.
Happy New Year! I can’t believe I have to write 1977! Started out with a breakfast without croissants. Have to live through it tomorrow also because it’s Sunday …
We were on a ski vacation in Switzerland. Apparently New Year’s Day fell on a Saturday so the bakery was going to be closed two days in a row. I am so glad I lived through it!
I hope your New Year is off to a good start–with plenty of croissants!