Oh, do I have a revelation for you. Remember how I keep trying to figure out where I got my wacky, unrealistic goals for Christmas? I figured out where they came from. Ready? My husband! That poor man is trying to channel the year 1964. Yeah! His father used to make this fun, fun, fun time for the kids, and he's determined to do the same. Strange, sick little man. And by that, I mean my husband, not his father. It's strange the baggage we live with, isn't it?
Next year, it's store-bought cookies for me! They're better than mine anyway. But first I have to get Lewis Black's new book. ;)
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