Tomorrow is December 1. I thought about baking a batch of cookies every day for advent again this year, but my gallbladder called and told me I could not safely consume that much butter ever again. Ever.
Stupid gallbladder. Where's its holiday spirit??
I will be doing some baking, but I think I will limit myself to one or two batches a week. That seems a bit more reasonable.
In other news, I hosted Thanksgiving again this year. It was much more calm and serene than my previous Thanksgiving adventure. No members of the family salsa danced in the streets, no family members removed articles of clothing at inappropriate times and I didn't break down and cry during the family prayer this year. All in all, I'd call that a vast improvement and a smashing success.
I didn't have to race out to the store and buy a whole freaking dining room table set and I learned my lesson in doing too much, so I joyfully passed the turkey responsibility to my loving husband this year. That man can smoke a mean Thanksgiving bird. And a smoked turkey = more room in my oven (literally, not figuratively ha!)= more time for side dishes = one very happy Lisa.
In closing, one should really go through the holiday season in maternity yoga pants. My heavens, I haven't taken these things off in days. Days, I tell you. They are the most comfortable things on the planet and are a gal's best friend during the impending weeks of binge eating. I do believe I will make them my annual tradition and sport them every year.
3 comments:
If you don't use butter can you really call them cookies???
LM- you crack me up! dinner soon??
The maternity leggings from pea in a pod, are divine. I understand after being prego why fat people enjoy spandex so much:)
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