...I mean really. What with all these holiday parties we're being invited to, Christmas cards to open (my fingers are just full of paper cuts. Where's the letter opener?), and cookie swaps (ten, just this week!), I can't keep up. Gosh. It's hard to be me. I mean really. What's next? Paparrazi knocking down my door?? In reality, we were invited to two Christmas parties (were you invited to way more? Don't tell me.). On Friday and Saturday night and I wore this dress to both of them (which by the way, I picked out in Boston and Ahnika was all like "Oh, it's your birthday. Allow me," and she whipped out her credit card. You should all befriend her. Friends that whip out their credit cards on your birthday are the best kind... thanks, Ahn!). Where was I? Wearing this dress to both parties. Whatevs. It was a different group of people at each party. Totally acceptable. Only Steve knew. And now all of you.
And what? The second picture? My necklace? YES. It arrived in the mail making me pretty much the happiest girl ever and Lisa the coolest twitter-turned-real-life-friend in the whole, wide world (we exchanged notes through snail mail, thus, real life. That's all it takes. My expectations aren't high. Anyone else looking for a penpal? J/K Lisa. What we have is special.). Finally, the cookies look kinda fancy but are soooooo easy. Score! When the ladies at the cookie swap were exclaiming how easy their cookies were to make I was all like, "Mine were sooo hard. I stayed up all night. I plucked the cacao bean from the tree myself to make the cookie." (Is it a cacao bean? Did that even make sense?). So make them. You can even use my cacao-bean-plucking story.