The big Christmas cookie baking day was today. I decided it would be festive if I paired my vintage hostess apron with the loudest shirt I own. I think I'm turning my entire life into performance art -- which is kind of scary because we all know how that ends: dresses made out of meat.
We made cookies. Lots of them. Hundreds of them. We did silly dancing and interpretive dancing (no, they are not the same thing). We ate lasagne. We baked more cookies.
Here are more cookies we made. Insert your own funny caption here. I'm exhausted.
The big Christmas cookie baking day was today. I decided it would be festive if I paired my vintage hostess apron with the loudest shirt I own. I think I'm turning my entire life into performance art -- which is kind of scary because we all know how that ends: dresses made out of meat.
We made cookies. Lots of them. Hundreds of them. We did silly dancing and interpretive dancing (no, they are not the same thing). We ate lasagne. We baked more cookies.
Here are more cookies we made. Insert your own funny caption here. I'm exhausted.
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