I’m in a posting mood but don’t have anything in particular to type about this morning, so instead I will make you drool with a Christmas cookie photo…. Traditionally (as in for the past nearly 10 years now) One of my best friends, we’ll call him GBF would come over to my house on Christmas eve and decorate Christmas cookies with me. GBF and I are friends from youth group at church so it all worked out perfectly we would decorate cookies then head off to the Christmas eve service together. This was likely the last year this will ever happen because GBF hasn’t been living here since college and the day after Christmas this year his parents packed up and moved across the country. Anyway, this year we tortured my husband and made him decorate cookies with us even though he’d rather be chatting about electronics, computers, and cars with my father. And the cookie on the left is mine, a Santa, the cookie on the right is Husband’s, a Turkey. Both from the same cookie cutter. It is actually a santa, but I laughed real hard when he flipped it on it’s side and made a turkey because both GBF and I have made this mistake before. I guess it’s kind of a Rorschach Test… Santa? or Turkey?
Husband: “and does that make it a Sturkey or a Stankey? Is it Stanky Claus?”