This is what I did today. And this picture doesn't even show half of what I made.
I went through so much butter that you might as well call me Paula Deen, but I now have chocolate chip, chocolate peanut butter chip, and pecan tassies in my freezer. In my fridge, I have shortbread dough and sugar cookie dough just waiting for little hands and cookie cutters and lots of colored sugar.
Oh, and how can I forget the chocolate dipped pretzel rods? Salty and sweet . . . perfect!
It's a good thing for my spirit and my waistline that I give it all away. Except for the broken ones, of course. It's just bad form to give away broken cookies.
This is one humdinger of a week coming up -- band concerts, Christmas pageants, and choir rehearsals, oh my! -- so I am going to make myself a little scarcer than I had planned.
I want to give my husband and my children the gift of my time, the gift of an unharried approach to Christmas, and, as much as I enjoy it, I cannot do what I really want to do for my family from the computer.
(Although I have a feeling I'll be burning some midnight oil this week, so maybe I'll be able to do a little internet loitering while I'm at it.)
Enjoy your last week of Advent, my friends. For me, it promises to be a wild ride, but at least I have sustenance.