What do you say we make up a new euphemism for helping others out? We’re letting them “float in our froth”. That works, doesn’t it? All this love smothering in warm, frothy mochaccino love is today’s theme.

Everyone has a time they can remember when people helped them out and I am no exception. There was a time that my own two kids at the time weren’t going to have a Christmas and I mentioned to the babysitter that “…We’ll just focus on the true meaning of Christmas this year and bake the baby Jesus a birthday cake“. Which, you know, some people just can NOT handle. Invoking the baby Jesus and all when you’re looking rather pathetic with a 5 year old and an infant on your hip after pulling an all-nighter for final exams.

She wasn’t having any of that! No, no, no. She brought over gifts for all of us that year. A truckload. Literally. She drove up in her husband’s pickup truck with four other women who had all shopped in St. Louis on a trip and they picked up presents for us. Speechless doesn’t even begin to describe my response to her. Actually, some things really did come out of my mouth but they were all “Umm…wha..?…aaahhh.” and then I just bit my quivering lip until she enveloped me in her arms and I turned into a puddle of mush.

Angela from Fluid Pudding has helped me with my response back to you. She is lovely and frothy and someday we’ll meet again (I introduced myself to her at BlogHer and she didn’t think I had that cultish look about me) and I can report on how yummy she is. I’ll bet she smells like a pineapple upsidedown cake.

I’m certain she doesn’t smell like a turducken, but that’s just a guess. It was also a very lame segue, but we’re going with it, ok?

Recently, my officemate told me that she and her son do a cookoff every year with whatever holiday meat they’ve decided to feature. Her son’s doing some sort of fillet and she ordered a Cajun turducken.

Her: It’s going to be our very first turducken. I’m so excited!

Me: What the fucken’s a turducken?

Good times in my office. At least it got us thinking about having a little holiday cheer for the teachers and we’re going to bake for them this week. Where is all this domesticity coming from in me? Why do I want to put on an apron right now and listen to The Ultimate Tony Bennett CD? Where did my mojito mojo go?

I’ll get the mojo back once this week is over and I’ve shopped for the kids. Then, I can focus on mojito making. In the meantime, I’ve got a full cuppa Mocha right now.

You see those people pouring love into my Mocha cup? That’s you. All of you. Just opening up and pouring out and doing so willingly. Do you see those three kids in the cup? That’s Donnell and Christian and Tiffany. You’re pouring love on TOP of them! How nice of you! They all smell coffee-flavored for some reason. They’re floating in my froth. Our froth. Thanks for whipping it up with me.