OK - the vendetta against trans-fats has got to stop. Every year the last day at work before Christmas I buy fudge at the local Quality Dairy to take into the office. Not a daily, weekly or monthly habit. Just an end of the year indulgence. What's up with the fudge???? Went to two QD's and a grocery store-no fudge! Actually hardly any decorated cookies either. Another conspiracy by the "fat police" no doubt. We are not allowed to sugar ourselves to death. Perhaps if we all sign a pledge not to sue if we pack on a few pounds or blame anyone but the guy or gal wielding the fork our goodies will be allowed out of their sweet prison. Sweet sweet prison, dripping with icing and walnuts and syrup, but I digress....
2nd thought. No matter how beautiful the tree (course I'm easily impressed) my spouse is never quite satisfied. He is the sole arbiter of how the tree shall be decorated. I gave up years ago trying to help. Kristen persevered until the end-every year placing ornaments only to find them moved to a more "perfect" spot. It became a game for the two of them. This year it truly is fantastic but not perfect apparently. I came home the other night to find that he had bought 38 more ornaments to put on the tree! I said where? Anyway it is truly beautiful. Really it is!!!
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