Home Sweet Home

I think people should keep cookie dough away from me...as a general rule.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

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DONE DONE DONE

I love finals in that after they are done, I am done. For a whole three weeks.

Mahaha

Sweet freedom

And by that, I mean that I come home to a house filled with Christmas spirit with an underlying tang of OH GOSH WE HAVE A PARTY TO HOST IN TWO DAYS.

No biggie.

I just have to bake my life away.

We got our tree.  Which, of course, means the annual Christmas-tree-shopping family photo shoot.

Aren't we lovely?

Alright, in my defense, it was freezing, and my sister actually just has really cold blood. Yeah.
And I usually try to coordinate my clothes.  I know the light pink with the dark purple and beige and light blue is super cute.

Then it was a massive shopping trip with the mom for the party. Christmas=food.

And then I set out to bake.

Aaaaand I "forgot" to take pictures during the baking process....mostly because during the last four months at school, my constant use of nothing but pre-made cookie dough has greatly inhibited my ability to use an electric mixer.

*cough*

Let's just say that I may need to wash my sweater and pants.

Anyhoo.

This was the result.

*sniff* I'm so filled with the Christmas spirit.

Follow that up with some tree decorating and we have a day.

Falalalala