Aargh! The Toffee Squares didn't set right in the fridge last night, and now I am down to one cookie to hand out today. That's not a festive assortment. That's one sad little cookie in a half-empty treat bag.
I think I'm postponing cookie/gift distribution until tomorrow. Except for my boss, who isn't in tomorrow, and who probably doesn't care if she gets cookies or not, seeing as how she's married to an extaordinary cook/baker/all around gourmet.
Hey! As I was typing this, John's dentist called with the estimate for our portion of his current dental adventure. I about had a heart attack. Let's just say that between the two of us, we're keeping the local dental community in luxury cars this year.
I wish I could go back to bed.
