Merry Christmas, y'all!
So, as usual, I went to Mom's a few days before Christmas to help her with the Christmas cookies and just relax a bit. We usually manage to crank out about 10 different types of cookies (about 4-6 dozen of each), and have a few drinks in the process. There were a few changes that were planned for this year, since mom, sis, and I are on diets. We planned to make only 5 different cookies and a half batch of each.
We still partook in some of the Mommy and Me Manhattans, but that's tradition; you don't fuck with tradition.
This year, however, the relaxation part didn't really happen, as we found that we had become Christmas Clutzes. Over the course of a day and a half, we:
- Spilled melted butter on the counter
- Spilled milk on the other coutner
- Dumped flour on me
- Slopped bourbon, sugar, butter mixture on me
- Dropped a pan of pecan tassies on the floor
- Flipped a pan of homemade rolls onto the floor
- Made double the dough that we had intended for one cookie
- Chipped the measuring cup
Anywho, Merry Friggin' Christmas everyone.
Labels: daily life, observations
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Happy merry merry
Should have just rolled you in the pecans and chocolate at that point
that's hot.
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