My hubby is trying to convince me to venture out in the snow today to go learn how to bottle home brew beer and then to a radio station sponsored Christmas party or something or other.


He claims he's trying to drag me out of the house because I never have fun.


I beg to differ. I have a bookshelf full of unread books. Ditto with my Kindle. I have the ingredients to make homemade fudge. I have a copy of the Muppet Christmas Carol.


How are all these things not fun?