I'm going to be straight with you guys, at this point I have allowed myself to be fully enveloped by the Buddy the Elf diet and I don't really see that changing in the next week, if this jug of maple syrup in my purse is any indication.
I even thought I'd try my hand at some Crispy, Buttery Candy Cane Cookies, since the main element missing from my holiday season this year has been baking.
|I'VE STILL GOT IT|
(To be fair to the above recipe, she spends about twelve paragraphs warning about this exact problem and I tragically "nah it'll be fine"-ed it. Good enough for historic elections, good enough for batches of sugar, I say.) Anyway, the room-temperature butter and eggs and bag of Andes baking chips on my counter say that I have not yet begun to fight. Either that or this is like when I put on a sports bra only to take it off in sweatless defeat at the end of the day.
Last bus stop of 2016:
Big Kid presentation on Matisse:
Unknown student bringing some Monty Python realness to the life cycle of the dog:
|This is an EX-DOG.|
Weekend forecast for Austin, guess which day I have an outdoor market guess guess guess: