Matt guessed Eric Church for every single country song.
When an Eric Church song FINALLY came on, he guessed, completely seriously, Curt Clifton.
If you're wondering why you haven't yet heard of the musical stylings of Curt Clifton, that would be because, to the best of my knowledge, no such singer exists.
Matt left for a hunting trip last Thursday, so I was solo for a few days. I couldn't wait for Friday night to arrive, because I had big plans, First I went to Sam's Club, and walked up and down every single aisle, taking it all in. And then I came home and ate cheese and crackers for dinner and slept with all the lights on. It was glorious.
On Saturday my mom and I did a little Christmas shopping. I crossed one last gift off my list, and also bought myself a white fur Christmas tree for our mantel. Matt got home on Saturday night, with the unfortunate news that the only deer they saw the whole weekend was in the driveway on their way to dinner. The disappointment didn't last for long though, because finally, Penn State won the Big 10 championship game. I may have teared up with joy.
Sunday marked one year of owning our house. Sometimes it feels like we haven't made much progress, because HELLO, WALLPAPER EVERYWHERE, but we've done the office, the master bedroom, and the family room from top to bottom, bought a new couch, built a chicken coop and gotten three chickens, taken down two big old trees, planted 20 new trees, had a successful vegetable garden, converted the fireplace from gas to wood, built a new wall in the family room, replaced the back door, and replaced all of the water pipes in the laundry room.
I guess looking back, we've been busy.
On Sunday we decided that if we stayed home for the afternoon, we would spend money on a house project, so we celebrated our house-iversary by leaving the house and heading downtown to Philadelphia's Christmas Village.
We wandered around the Christmas market, bought a souvenir, and stopped by the ice skating rink. It may sound lovely and straight out of a Hallmark movie to ice skate in a Christmas Village right next to historic city hall, but we watched the rink for a few minutes and I am here to tell you that not one person on that rink was having fun. Especially not the dad in this photo literally carrying his child around the rink. There were so many tears.
Needless to say, Matt and I stayed on solid ground.
After the Christmas market, we wandered through Reading Terminal Market.
I could've eaten every single thing in there. It was a lot more exciting than how I started the weekend, wandering through Sam's Club.
They also had a musician singing carols.
Maybe it was Curt Clifton.