I'm really excited about this week. And for a number of different reasons:
- There is nothing going on at work. I mean, there's stuff, but nothing urgent that can't wait until mid-January when everyone gets back into the swing of things.
- I am stress free. I still have things to buy, wrap, and make but it's such a small manageable amount I can practically check everything off my list. I mean, without actually checking it off because then, you know, it wouldn't get done.
- I'm on drugs. Just kidding. Bad joke. Sorry.
I'm going to mention a key part of this story here: Corey made three gingerbread men.
As in three out of several dozen.
The rest of the time he played with the dog, talked football with his dad, and told his mom, my sister, and me we weren't doing it right because none of them looked like his.
This is my life with a perpetual eight-year-old.
We had a good time anyway; me, his mom and my sister. We were decoratin' fools!
And then we just got foolish.
But in our defense: there were a lot of cookies. And there are just so many things you can do with a little brown cookie man.
Eventually we turned some into ladies.
Well dressed ladies, if I might add.
I ended up with a well deserved stomach ache at the end of the day. After so much decorating I opted to eat the last few cookies rather than paste 'em with frosting and more sugar.
And then I ate several more the next day...for no good reason at all.
We drove home mid-day Sunday.
Luckily there was football and laundry waiting for us to really top off a fabulous weekend.
And now back to the Christmas grindstone...."weeeeeeeeeee wish you a Merry Christmas!"