The baby woke up at 3:30 a.m. and I don’t know why, but I do know that he went back to bed at 5:30 and so did I. Thankfully Derrick handled the other natives while I slept in, and when I arose I had to immediately start making 3 dozen cookies. This. Is. My. LIIIIIIIFEEEE (Oprah voice).
My friends always host a Bunko Cookie Exchange and I take my pen in hand today to tell you that I went this year.
So, this morning when I got up, I needed to make 3 dozen cookies. Before 1 p.m.
Obviously they would need to be bars. It crossed my mind to call it in go to Trader Joe’s because they have the best Christmas Cookies (capital C!) but I figured I had time to make a double batch, one for me and one for the party. Fast forward to 45 minutes before the party where I am throwing bars into the freezer to cool them fast so I can put the chocolate frosting topping on them. I realized I needed to resign my uniform of sweats and a sweatshirt and like, look human. I got dressed. I put on makeup. Then I couldn’t find my belt (essential).
My hostess friend had recently moved so I decided to ask her for a tour of her home. It was such a fabulous house! Behold! Proof that I don’t get out of the house enough:
|The hostess with the mostess and I.|
|I am the only one that fit in this one|
Derrick decided to make ribs for the first time…while I was trying to make three dozen cookies. I was saying a lot of, “Please move your ribs!” while I frantically tried to soften butter.
When Shel found out we were having ribs for dinner he wanted to know if they were HUMAN RIBS. Seriously. That is the trust level in this house. The six year old wonders…