Merry Christmas Eve, everyone!
In a few hours I’ll be driving southbound on the 405 to my family and friends. If I’m lucky I’ll be going over 6mph. Merry, merry holiday traffic.
I’m not quite sure what the curly Q on Rudolph’s forehead is supposed to be. At first I tried to pipe a healthy tuft of hair, but it looked like a pigeon had pooped on his head.
Small tale of tragedy: I had originally made a dozen cookies, but only 4 made it to the end alive. This is because one night, well into the AM, I entered the apartment in the dark and tossed my 15lb purse onto the table. I woke up the next morning to find that I had effectively smashed most of them.
Wishing everyone a safe holidays!