Putting aside all critiques about Uber and their various bad practices, this made me laugh tonight:
This year’s Christmas baking was a low key affair. We’d decided to do our baking on Friday, because we had a party to go to on Saturday and wanted to bring some baked goods with us. But then my sister got booked into a meeting all afternoon because Friday was still technically a workday and we were already scheduled to go to see Star Wars that night, so me, my mom, and my niblings just did the baking without my sister.
I made my old stalwart, shortbread cookies from my Great Granny’s recipe that was taught to me by my Aunt Wendy:
And then I made fudge because (a) it’s easy, (b) who doesn’t love fudge?, and (c) it involves sweetened condensed milk, which means that I get to lick the lid of the can of sweetened condensed milk!
My niece made peanut butter snowballs, from a family recipe that she got from her grandfather:
My nephew made Rice Krispie squares with festive rice krispies:
My mom was the most prolific baker, as usual. She made butter tart squares:
Apricot almond squares:
And Eggnog Meltaways:
So after more than a quarter of a century of wearing makeup, I recently learned that this symbol exists:
It’s not on all makeup, but when it’s there, it’s a symbol of how long the make-up is good for once you open it.
This mascara is good for 6 months after I opened it.
And this moisturizer is good for 12 months after I opened it.
Now I just need to actually know when I opened all my make-up and I’m good to go!