no dieters allowed -annual cookie exchange

I love traditions especially the ones of December. But traditions, like life, have a way of changing. You can hold on for dear life or you can update.

A group of us do a cookie exchange every year. We make and then take 12 dozen cookies each. It is always weird to me that others will say What on earth are you going to do with 12 dozen cookies?

That is a dumb question.

To shake up beloved cookie exchange, I asked all guests to wear my favourite Christmas colour, pink. I am not that fond of red and I really don’t love it matched with green. My Christmas looks like this.

Not this.

My favourite pink Christmas drink was served.

better uncork outside to not create another dent in ceiling

I also asked that every one speak in an accent other then their own when speaking of cookies. Other than sex, we tend to speak about cookies.

It was a riot. We stayed up late. We laughed hard. We got high on sugar.

We reframed tradition.

Hello three way stretch jeans.