I ended up in three different grocery stores yesterday.
Me + baking = chaos. Don’t ask.
I am the reason why they invented break and bake cookies.
We have our big Christmas dinner tonight; an Italian feast for 15. When I start to assemble the lasagna and the antipasti I pray that I’m not missing something….if I have to enter another grocery store, I will take a mixing spoon and jab it into my eye.
Surely no one would notice a spoon in my eye at Publix, for those peeps surely have lost their minds too.
The Coach and the girls are going shopping today. I know; ‘uber silly.
But first, the girls are treated to a once a year (or less) treat. The Coach is taking them to Waffle house for breakfast. Seriously, they are super excited about going and have been talking about it for two days. Yeah, they don’t get out much.
I am not going, I spent too much time at the waffle house as a child and am still trying to recover.
Ornaments are earrings, according to Linds.
I would love to send a Christmas tree and gifts and love and good food and big warm hugs to all our service men and women today…that would really irritate my mail man, huh?
Christmas blessings to you all….whether you have been good or bad. Although I am fairly certain you have been bad because according to my high school counselor, that is usually the type of people I attract.
From our house to yours, Merry Christmas.
Or as my politically correct girls say: