I have survived the office party. Two more hours and I'm outta here.

Phone, stop ringing. People, people, let it wait till after the holiday already.

Tuesday and Wednesday nights I cooked 50 bags of Christmas Trash. Last night, 4 huge pans of dressing. Tonight is Evil Fiendish Bread Night. I'm cooking all of it in small loaves for my husband to take to work. No saving or sharing the dough. Tonight the evil bread is dead. My friends Dr. Pepper and Jack Daniels are going to help me with the baking. By tomorrow I will have forgotten there is an an oven in my house. I will wonder what that big box in the kitchen is for.

I said, Stop Ringing Already!