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!