Relative Something

Sometimes, when Monday arrives before it is really welcome, it helps to go back and look at what Sunday was all about. Especially when it was the Sunday in December when Cyndie gets busy makin’ oodles of Christmas cookies!

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Any ideas I had about being disciplined with what I choose to eat have been rendered useless this year against the onslaught of sights and smells which rendered me helpless against the irresistible power inherent in fresh-baked, love-filled holiday baking. Honestly, I give up. Sweeeeeeet!