Last night’s cookie extravaganza at Brittney’s house turned even this Scrooge into a happy little holiday elf.
I woke up this morning ready to be home for Christmas, wandering around in my pajamas for days on end and not once stepping foot outside in the snow. Two more weeks…
Look at that little nugget in his festive winter wear.
There was a LOT of food…
But you don’t care about food… or vodka. We’re here for some damn COOKIES.
I couldn’t sample everything, but I did put away Cindi’s brownie-stuffed chocolate chip cookie (YES), a million of Jen D’s candy cane chocolate bark things, my own salted chocolate-caramel cookie and Jen M’s first vegan baking experiment.
As predicted, I did throw up this morning. I’m not even kidding. I bet I haven’t been sick in well over a year. I think it had a lot more to do with how quickly I inhaled my breakfast, how nervous I am about the final I’m clearly not studying for and how early it was than with how much sugar I ate last night. But I feel a lot more hardcore when I say I ate Christmas cookies until I puked.
On that note… Happy Holidays! Who wants a cookie??