Cookies anyone?

No, I am not offering cookies. Unlike my idol Mlis, I do not have a wonderful kitchen full of scrumptious food and Helga waiting at the helm to clean. I have a problem and 156 cookies to make before Monday night. I am sure that I should also be looking to place each dozen in an attractive wrapper, making it totally appealing to both palate and eye. Oh God, what have I committed myself to?

I think that we have found the appropriate recipe and the kids are going to help. Fortunately, the tree is already up and decorated, and some Christmas cards have actually been written! So the family plan is to bake the cookies. This sounds good in theory, but I am oh so frightened of the actual outcome.

Now, I have simplified in other areas. I am no longer required to be driving to Toronto on Monday evening (after delivering said cookies), I have changed the meeting and made it local, so in effect calling the team members here and avoiding the inconvenience of having to drive. But I have thrown a little excitement in by booking my mother and myself on a trip to Paris for Thursday (12-21 for those who are paying attention) so I have to ensure that I am professionally up to date before then, and yes, I need to also ensure that all the holiday things are done, wrapped and properly labeled for my husband to know what to do, and to whom things go. Piece of cake, right?

OK, so getting my tookus moving and managing to work out at lunch time is not even a remote possibility at this time. I suppose that I could do it, but I have so little desire and lunching with JJ is so much more pleasant. The good news is that I do get to the pool often enough to not override me with guilt, except the guilt of paying for Curves and not actually going there - ah the promise of the new year resolution...

Gotta get an appointment with the hair dresser because I can't be seeing my chicks in Paris looking like a hag, although I have looked worse in the past and they loved me anyway. Wish me luck and keep me in your pleasant thoughts.