I’m just one girl.
My alarm goes off very early every morning. Blame Shaun T.
And December has been doing a number on me.
Not just the abundance of baked goods lurking around every corner (not to mention smack dab in the middle of my own kitchen, which is so unlike me) but the parties!
Oh, the parties.
In the span of two weeks I’ve got about 7 Christmas/holiday parties to attend or back out of. Some are negotiable, some are not. That’s what you get for having fourteen careers and an amalgamation of friends from every period of your life in one city.
Not that I’m trying to be Scrooge-y or anything. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good mug of mulled wine and strands of tinsel permanently stuck to the butt of my pants, but this business of party is not to be trifled with.
I’ve been keeping up with my workouts (Insanity month 2 started this week- whoomp), trying to get my booty sleep…err beauty sleep, and trying to politely decline invitations here and there.
But there have also been some of these:
To be fair, I have a cookie exchange at work tomorrow and had to make something. But I’m not going to sit here and pretend that this is the first time in the last month that I’ve made Mama Pea’s dough balls. Don’t look at me like that, you know you’ve made them, too.
After all, ’tis the season and I’m going to milk it for all it’s worth. Mmm, milk. That would be awesome with these dough balls.