Speaking of wine, even that leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I seem to be able to eat cookies and cupcakes rather easily, though. And Lindt chocolate truffles go down without a whimper. I am living in stretch pants this week.
I have finished my Holiday newsletter and will print up a batch and distribute them to one and all who might scan them before tossing them in the trash. There are only so many news notes on travels and photos of darling grandchildren and brags about adult children that my friends and relatives are able to endure before pouring more bourbon in the eggnog and watching a rerun of Miracle on 34th Street, or National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation or the Muppet Christmas Carol while wrapping some odd shaped item that was on sale and will find its way into the back of a relative's crowded closet.
Yes, I am grumpy. I am heading back up to those darling grandchildren to babysit once again this weekend...unless I find my illness does not go away. Then it will be up hubby to hold up my end. It is only the baby that needs to be watched as all four other members of the family have different social obligations on Saturday. They have full calendars most days. Hope the baby can keep up! Below is the command center that was recently installed.
I have finished much of my holiday shopping for them, but it is a bit of a challenge. Just a photo or two of my granddaughters room is an example of holiday shopping headaches for those who are grandparents to over-privileged children. (For the longest time I shared a bedroom with my brother AND sister until I was a teenager!)
Yes it does look like someone threw up a strawberry milkshake in here and one can get a headache if staying too long!
Oh well, I do not want you to think that these over-privileged children are spoiled. They do their chores somewhat faithfully and seem to get along with each other phenomenally well. I am blessed and will be in a better mood to realize that when this damn cold departs!