Super Fast
Mike tells me it is bedtime, but I say to heck with that! I have to write a journal entry tonight! I had all sorts of fun and exciting things to tell you, but without pictures to illustrate the points I’m not sure how fun and exciting they will be. This will be super fast, but hopefully not super bland.
We are having an extremely low-key Christmas this year, but I still have to have some fancy desserts. I’ve heard about meringue cookies before, but they always sounded pretty nasty. Wrong! Someone brought chocolate chip pecan meringue cookies to the exchange and I just about fell in love. I must have some for my very own!
I hunted around the house to find the mixer and bowl (Erik loves to “stir” all the live long day), cleaned them thoroughly, separated my eggs like a pro, plugged in the mixer and saw the Christmas spirit! The Christmas spirit is green. The Christmas spirit lives in my mixer. The Christmas spirit smells a lot like fire. The Christmas spirit destroyed my mixer.
These cookies have to sit in the oven over night, so there was only one thing to do: brave Target at 8 pm on Christmas Eve eve.
I thought it would be a mad house, but it was relatively calm. There was just one tiny problem. The store was practically empty! I literally bought the only hand mixer in the store. It wasn’t one I would have bought if I had options, but I guess I can suck it up and live with it till it shows a little Christmas spirit in a couple of years.
The Christmas stuff was almost all gone, already replaced by Valentines stuff! What the heck? Why can’t we enjoy Christmas until the actual Christmas day? I couldn’t even find a bag of plain milk chocolate Kisses. I want to make peanut butter blossoms, but I guess I’ll do that for New Years. Bah! My big, bloated belly will thank me. Ha!
When I got home Erik was still going strong. He had his shoes and coat on, demanding a car ride. I was game, though Mike was not. We loaded ourselves up in the car and went Christmas light looking. We saw a few impressive displays, but overall it was kind of disappointing. We need to find an area with a little more blatant disregard for electrical costs. Mike, the minimalist Swede, thoroughly enjoyed his horror at the tacky Americans.
By the way, here’s a question for you all to ponder. If you were reading your husbands e-mail and saw “Is Carrie a Stepford Wife yet, or do they really exist?” what the heck would you think it means? I’d really like to know. Mike was irritated with me for trying to read something into it, but it must mean something. Of course, this is coming from someone who bought Erik a stuffed turd and pee drop for Christmas last year, so I don’t think I get her humor at all.