Christmas Cookies are making me fat.

I can't stop eating fudge and cookies. We went to my moms to make Christmas cookies on Sunday afternoon. She made fudge in the microwave. Best. Fudge. Ever. It makes you feel extra guilty though, when you have seen all the not-so-healthy ingredients that go into it. The babes played in the living room with the cookie cutters and Grandpa Jeff.

Then we went to my work holiday party. It was pretty fun. I got a great gift...homemade soaps and lotion. Amelie partied. She was real happy the whole time, her cheeks were super rosy. Her and Tyler went home around 9pm and I stayed until midnight.

We had a lovely Monday. We tried to find a Christmas tree but the place was closed, then we went to Busters for lunch. It was great. Tyler cut a hole in the garage door and climbed through to fix it. It got stuck shut. I watched from the kitchen window.

On Saturday night, this guy and, who I am assuming his girlfriend, came into the bar at 1:55 am. The lights were up, we were finished serving drinks, but I offered to give him a shot instead of the drink he requested. He got all upset with me about it. Like, because he came in at the last possible minute we were going to serve him a drink so he could loiter around while we were trying to empty the place out and clean up. Get real. He yelled at me, told me he was an engineer. He screamed at me, " I'm an engineer, I make $80,000 a year."

It is now my favorite catch phrase.

I took Amelie to the Quarry today too. I got a new pair of jeans. I guess I'll give them another chance. Typically, I hate jeans. I wish it was socially acceptable to wear sweatpants everywhere and for all occasions. I'll keep trying to start that trend.

This evening we got a Christmas tree, put on all the decorations, and had a nice crackling fire. Also, I made French Onion Dip Steak Sandwiches with Carrot and Broccoli Slaw. It was so so good.