Friday, December 5, 2008

Have You Ever...

Have you ever started the holiday baking only to realize that EVERY cookie recipe you're planning on is in a magazine and you can't find ANY of the magazines? Not a one. Then you realize you asked your husband to clear and set the dining room table for dinner last night- so dear god- they could be any where? Then, you find them in the recycling box and instead of starting the holiday baking, you run downstairs and write up a quick post about it before you forget? Or is that just me?
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9 comments:

City Mouse said...

I finally started ripping the recipes out and putting them in a folder because the same thing happened to me ... repeatedly. Love the changing-photo-at-the-top thing. Fun.

AdkJen said...

I look at all of the pink toys, and then Atlee's lovely pink eye wear and shirt... I am wondering how Rich is doing?! :)

Gettysburg Mom said...

I kind of miss the dog already. There are pasta noodles on my kitchen floor for the first time in a month.

sheila said...

lol. I don't even bother baking anymore, my mom and aunt bake for an entire country, and bring me LOTS of different goodies! lol
(Plus no one reallly wants to eat MY baking!)

AdkJen said...

No need for another pet if you want a vacuum-mouth! My little bun will eat those noodles, how about yours? lol

Gettysburg Mom said...

My cats want to eat the bunny. I don't want to see who wins the fight.

Vodka Mom said...

I just LOVE that picture!!!

michael in dc said...

I like how Atlee didn't take the sticker off the glasses - hey, why not? More fun that way! (Or do they give one special powers???!!)

Monique D. said...

Hi Susan.

I hope you've had a chance to make some cookies, even if they're just the same old cookies as every year, you know, the ones from the Betty Crocker cook book. I made some yesterday and thought of you guys. Wish we could share them... but they'll never last the ten days or so before we gather in Glens Falls.

Your slow-to-reply sister-in-lay.