I'm here! And I was all full of Christmas spirit too, what with having done some shopping while in Boston with DD, and finally gotten home in the wee hours, and today gone out to cut a tree and then made a nice dinner; all those good things. One bad thing--I burned myself badly getting a pan out of the oven. I have a very painful P-shaped burn on my hand. However I was going to do one thing before I went to bed: pack up a small box of my homemade Needhams candy for my stepmother, to send out to her tomorrow. Now I am in head-biting mood. Someone ate so many of the candies that there were only 5 left -- not enough for a gift, certainly. I don't even know who to be mad at -- I know DD ate several, but I know DH ate several too. I made him do the dishes before he went to bed (can't put a burned hand into hot water, y'know?), and I'm going to have DD dip candies tomorrow. But I've got to make up the filling tonight dammit. I was not planning on that. Piggies.
(Please note that I ate exactly ONE of these delectable items)
Hells Bells. Jingle. Merry Merry. Grr.

I hate it when that happens.
So I gave up making candies, sent DH into town for sugar, and did some other errands with DD. While they put the tree up, I was making the dang candies. Last night I took a leftover prescription pain pills (you know, the kind you're supposed to dispose of after you are done with whatever they were prescribed for). At least I got a good night's sleep. But all presents from here on will be late. Tough 

It's really just what I wanted to do today! Shovel dog poop! Yay!

