Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Gettin' Jiggly With It

Oh dear. Only nine days until we leave for our trip back east and guess what? The gluttony of Thanksgiving and Christmas have finally caught up. With a vengeance. I think it happened on Christmas eve when I ate my weight in cookie dough. Hey, Santa needed his cookies but he only needs so many, you know. And I prefer my cookies before they're baked, thankyouverymuch. All the day of Christmas eve I ate a consistent diet of frosting covered spoons. I licked brownie mix out of bowls and the grooves of the hand mixer. Then, of course, I had to perform quality control and test all of the baked goods that came out of the oven. Then there was dinner! Spaghetti. Only, it was more like: bread and butter and sauce. And lots of it. Then came Christmas day and more of the same only not spaghetti but a full on succulent ham dinner prepared by my sisters this year. Mmmm...ham. I only ate about eight slices before I finally stopped and declared that I needed to save room for dessert. Because there was pie. Mmmmm...pie. And fudge. Mmmmm...fudge.

So today, when you sense a disturbance in the force; it will just be me cursing a blue streak while stuffing myself into my pants. I may have to raid the garage for some hand tools for assistance. Don't act like you've never done that!

5 comments:

dorothy said...

LOL! Oh, but it was sooooo worth it, right? Mmm I think I'll bring you some fudge when I come by later.

Badness Jones said...

I feel exactly the same way, but I never could have made it sound so funny! I'm usually so sick of food by January 1st that I don't have TOO hard of a time getting back on track...mmm, fudge...mmm, pie...

Tootsie Farklepants said...

Dorothy~ Don't you bring me more fudge!

Badness jones~ Dude, I just inhaled a brownie and called it lunch. And plus? I washed it down with one of the kids chocolate shakes. I mean, I'm not even tryin'.

1blueshi1 said...

remember getting dressed in the 80's? lying full length on your bed, flat on your back, sucking your already concave stomach back to your spine, and sticking the end of an ink pen into the zipper tab to haaaaul it up? hehehe

Karen said...

I'm eating all I can over the holidays. My husband and I are getting gym memberships come the first of the year when the gym moves to our end of town. It was our gift to each other, because nothing says I Love You like telling someone they're fat.