Woo hoo! The Kipster has said he's coming down early. Sunday. I'm gonna waylay the Christmas cookie baking until he gets here. He will be able to help. Wah, just like old times when I always baked sugar cookies every Christmas. What a treat that was. I'd make up the dough and the roll it out, then I'd let the kids cut the dough with various Christmas themed cookie cutters. After they were baked, we'd spread them with icing in green, pink, and white colors and then sprinkle them with various colored sprinkles. A scene I'm sure was repeated in many homes across the world. What amusing combinations they would come up with. One cookie, usually the big gingerbread man shaped one, would be their special treat and they would pile on the icing and the sprinkles. If you'd like to make my special sugar cookies, here's a link to the recipe--Sugar cookies. This cookie isn't your flat, hard, tasteless kind. Maybe you'd like to try some of the other cookies there. Man, this turned out to be one rainy soaker of a day. And I had a few heckuva toe and foot aches because of it. By the flickering comfort of a candle, I sat here at my trusty computer and passed the day. I need some kind of earth element around me--fire, water, or air--to perk me up. In the summer it's water, of course, and, secondly, is air (as in a fan or a blustery day); in the winter, it's fire. Today I needed the fire to help keep me warm since I decided to have the window open a bit. Well, heck, the thermometer outside on the fence said it was 58 degrees. Yeh, but a cold, damp 58 degrees. Kaboodle decided to monitor the server for awhile. Poor Bill called me from the office. Seems he had locked his keys in his car. So, Jo to the rescue at noon. It was a good thing that I was home and not gallavanting off to the Muckheads or out shopping. If I know him, he'll be at the hardware store getting an extra key made to plop in his fanny pack now. ACK! There's nothing more frustrating than looking forward all day to going to your writer's group and then when you go you find out it's the wrong week. Not through any fault of my own. I was going by the library's autumn brochure that I have stuck here by my computer only to find out when I got to the library tonight that the program had been moved. It met last week. Thanks a lot for letting people know. But, well, they did but I didn't know it. It was listed in the library's WINTER brochure that I hadn't seen yet but I saw while at the library after asking the reference desk people where the meeting was being held. Usually, Bill brings the newest brochure home because it gets sent to him. It didn't get sent to him this month. Of all the months for it not to get sent to him. Sigh, the only thing I look forward to and I missed it. I was frustrated. So frustrated that I entertained the idea of watching the finale episode of Survivor in real time. But then I realized I'd have to suffer through ALL those commercials. So I nixed that idea. I could stand to wait till tomorrow to see who the newest suckhead is. That's what I had thought. I ended up watching the danged thing, after all. Well, the first hour of it just to see which two well-deserving, conniving, scheming nonsurvivors got picked off next. And, of course, the remaining two were not people I'd want to have to choose between to win. Sigh, why do I keep watching this drivel? Bill would surely like to know that, too. But, at least, I'm not into watching any other reality show out there, thank heaven. Looks like my son Lee and his girlfriend are planning on coming my way for Christmas Eve and Day. I'm always optimistic. But if he doesn't make it he better call me this time. You hear that, Lee?! I'll have to revise my menu plans a bit. Ugh, another trip to the store tomorrow, something I thought for sure I was done with. Okay, after that, I'm done. I'm outta the buying scene till the groceries run out again. Or if we run out of beer, whichever comes first.