...so I grandly declared it to Mr. Jenny when I got out of bed this morning.
"I am cookied/candied/salty-treated out!" I said firmly!
"I am never, ever, ever, ever going to eat Christmas cookies/candy or salty stuff. Again!
Mr. Jenny is a kind man, though.
Because when he saw me munching on a Russian Teacake with my coffee...
which by the way is the best kind of Christmas cookie...EVER!...and there was only one left in the freezer in the garage which I just happened to stop by on my way to ... ummm... my exercise bike (NOT!)
... he didn't even roll his eyes at me.
Or at least he didn't even roll his eyes at me that I saw.
I guess he really knew that little innocent Russian Teacake was the last cookied/candied/salty-treat I'm going to eat.
PS. Happy New Years Eve!
PSS. If your name is Eve, please allow me to extend the following wishes to you...HAPPY NEWS YEARS EVE, EVE!
PSSS. You know? There might be one more Russian Teacake in that freezer hidden under the peanut butter blossom cookies. ACCCCCKKKKK!!!!!!!