1. 2 batches of peanut butter fudge
2. 6 pecan pies
3. 2 chocolate pies
4. 6 pumpkin cheesecakes
5. 5 turkeys I think..could be 4 I lost count
6. 2 cakes
8.1 batch of chocolate/chocolate cookies
9. 3 dozen tamales
10. 3 batches of enchiladas
and a partridge in a pear tree.
I'm so tired I'm left handed. I still have a chocolate and a pumpkin pie to make, a dozen deviled eggs and a turkey to roast plus gravy. Fuck me I'll never put on oven mitts again.. The Post Office folks got one of the batches of peanut butter fudge and when I went in today they said it lasted 1 day and they loved it. So far everything has been a hit. I feel good...ass is dragging, but I feel good..The looks on the kids faces at Food Mart was worth it..The ladies at the bank were practically dancing in the lobby when I came in with a pumpkin cheese cake in each hand.
I'm taking a break till Sunday, well probably Saturday night. Jenny is having her first dinner at her new home and I will roast the turkey, make 2 pies and make the gravy. I'm supposed to make chocolate cookies, and dog bones. But I'm not sure I'm up for it. This kicked my ass. All that standing while whipping this stuff up is hard on my old back. Babs keeps saying no one asked you to do it, there is no pressure, just stop. Sigh*..nope I had made up my mind to do this and if it kills me I'm doing it. Just have to keep remembering the smiling faces.
Dexter is insane. He got my net scrub from the bathroom and shredded it and now there is 3 yards of netting down the hall and into the living room. It smells like my soap and he seems to enjoy it very much. I have a basket with all his toys and he keeps dumping it out and wrapping the netting around his head and then just lays there. I have a bag in the closet with Babs Christmas and birthday presents and there are 2 little cat nip toys for Tina and Prego in it and he keeps getting in the bag and taking the toys out and putting them in his basket. He killed my Christmas cactus...uh oh....here he comes..He's found a way to the counter that separates the kitchen from the dining room and he gets up there and knocks all my stuff off. He broke one of my Santa's, my poinsettia, etc. He's hanging off the counter trying to get at stuff on my computer desk..Evil little bastid. He's just looking around like..'hmm, what can I do to fuck with her?.'.
I have been stuck with the allergy bug again. My head feels like it's full of sand. My back hurts. my legs hurt, my feet hurt and I generally feel like manure. I think I'm going to go take a hot bath, use my new scrub and see if I can keep it away from little buttroy. He sits on the side of the tub when I take a bath, working up enough nerve to try the water. I love the little fucker.