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By all accounts it is already Tuesday there, but it's Monday night here.
The weekend was a blur.
Shopping, cooking, baking.
We had snow Saturday night, just enough to coat the outside a bit,
I saw it when I took the dog out before bed, was glad it was still around when the girls woke up.
The girls and I watched Mr. Popper's Penguins, I was prepared not to like it, but it was a good movie for the family to watch together.
We made a boatload of cookies.
I have come to accept that my pants are just going to be tight until after the New Year.
I cannot resist all those cookies, they just call out my name.
Cookies in the morning, cookies before bed.
I have family coming over for Christmas Eve dinner.
I have no idea what to make.
So many dietary restrictions and it will be Christmas Eve
And I'm worn down. Tired. Toast.
I love Christmas and this year I was prepared.
And yet there still seems to be a million little things left to do.
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