Ah me,
For some reason the limitations of my Christmas cheer are being tested over and over again this year! My sister told me the other day that I was cursed, but we'll get to that in a moment. My Advent posts have been slim, because I have been trying my darndest to perfect my Chevy Chase impersonation...specifically imitating the iconic role of Clark Griswold in National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation. Every Christmas project I touch this year seems to turn into or involve some sort of disaster.
Chevy Chase Case Study #1 :: The Christmas Cookies
Friday night, I gleefully decided that I was going to bake a family standard, Nova Scotia Shortbread Cookies. I have done this many, many times. The very first step is to soften the butter, and beat in the various dry ingredients. My butter came right out of the fridge, so I decided that it needed to go into the microwave for a bit...so I chopped up an entire pound of butter and popped it into one of my many Pyrex mixing bowls...specifically one of the brown ones pictured here in the back left of this photo:

Can anyone predict what I'm about to write next?
I'll give you a hint. Note the gold motif on the mixing bowl...which I stuck into the microwave.
Well, one would've thought it was Fourth of July in December with all of the sparks that were generated in the mere three seconds before I pulled the microwaves plug and started hyperventilating.
The irony is this: I buy butter wrapped in foil wrappers. Two seconds before all of this went down, I thought to myself, "Oh, good thing I'm unwrapping these sticks to soften them, that would be hilarious!" as I proceeded to throw butter chunks into the bowl with a metal motif on it. Good job!
Luckily, no cookies were harmed, and my apartment did not burn down. Microwave: 1 Sarah: 2, YEAH take that microwave!


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On Saturday, I went to my family's Christmas party, which was great fun, so much so I forgot to take photos! Every year we do a Yankee Swap, where horrible gifts abound. I opened a box with a large hour glass in it, and announced to the room
"Like sands through the hour glass...so are the days of our lives..." much to the bemusement of every soap fan in the room. Luckily I made a power play for a Barnes and Noble gift certificate which I managed to hold on to until the end of the game. Score!
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Chevy Chase Case Study #2 :: The Gingerbread House
Sunday I went to my sister Renee's house, where I watched her make a gingerbread house for eight hours.

The house was intended for me, but my only contribution was worried looks over Renee's shoulder, and placing the candy to make stained glass windows.

The windows came out beautifully, but sadly the house was a FAIL! This brings us to the point where my sister told me that I was cursed. No matter though, we had a really great time hanging out together all day, and both Matt and I got in some serious puppy cuddle time.

So disasters aside, it was a great weekend. However Monday morning brought a severe case of the sickies my way. I've been sniffling and hacking and rolled into a blanket burrito on my couch for 48 hours. There are gifts to finish, baking to be done, THINGS TO DO, and I am SPENT. I am really hoping to feel better by Christmas Eve, for my family's dinner and gift exchange, because I would hate to be a damper on the evening!!! Send me some healthy vibes peeps!
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