~winter frost~

December 12th, 2013

When you find yourself editing in 11 degree weather at 11 am there is only one thing to do–push up the fader, bust the meter, shake the tweeter, then slow choogle a pot of Xie Chicken (named for the furry girl whose love for it was fierce and true) until the house is warm and filled with smells and husband can bear the wait no longer.