Hanging Out With The Boys
By Gina Valley
Today I’m hanging out with all the cool peeps over at Dads Round Table.
Join me at Dads Round Table to read my The Spirit Of Giving Just Stabbed Me With A Fork post. It’s my sweet, tender tale of holiday togetherness, and, of course, by “sweet, tender tale of holiday togetherness” I mean the recounting of an attempt at Martha Stewart meets Donna Reed on my part, which left me with an eye twitch, a throbbing headache, and a diminished will to live.
Here’s a peek:
I don’t know what I was thinking.
Call it temporary insanity or an over-inhalation of holiday spirit, but I thought it would be fun to not only make cookies for our neighbors, but to make the cookies with my littles.
Clearly, I was out of my mind…
…When the 11 year old ate his entire ¼ of the batch of dough while I was looking for the rolling pin, I reminded myself that we didn’t have to give cookies to all of the neighbors, and I used visions of sugarplums to push fears of salmonella from the raw eggs in the dough out of my mind. I held on to my festive hopes. After all, we have a low medical insurance co-pay…
As always, the extra click to get there counts as cardio.
Laugh Out Loud!
What’s your favorite holiday bonding disaster? Did you try it again the next year? Shoot me a comment (and be sure to read The Spirit Of Giving Just Stabbed Me With A Fork). I’m looking forward to hearing all about it.