By the power vested in me by copious amounts of coffee and diet Mountain Dew, what absolutely had to be done by today is done.
I managed to finish one complete set of Christmas placemats with two choices of napkins, eggplant (I know I should just say purple but it is a dining room table after all and eggplant is food.)
Or pomegranate (same reasoning).
The fudge was finished as of last night. I, as always, used the recipe off the back of the marshmallow crème jar with the only adjustments being no nuts of any kind as fudge is not allowed to contain nuts in my household and no Baker’s squares because fudge is only as good as the chocolate it contains.
This year I used a half and half combination of Ghiradelli semisweet and bittersweet chips. Yum. Oh, and I don’t measure the vanilla; I just glug a LOT into the fudge. (Yes I bought some vanilla but I’m not drinking it. Yet.)
The party favors are assembled and purty. I shall reveal the contents at a later date as I don’t want to spoil the surprise.
I ordered the cute little cardboard gingerbread house boxes from good-thing Martha’s website. Don’t blame me; it was Angry Chicken’s fault. She had them on her blog and I fell in love with them so much that I volunteered to be in charge of the party favors. Yes, that criminal Martha Stewart drove me to temporary insanity. Bitch.
Finally, the bosses’ special gifts are adorned for presentation. The tags say “I totally want to get one of these for myself so let me know if you don’t want it.” A girl can try, can’t she? If you want a gift tag that says this and other irreverent quips, that amazing Angry Chicken has them here.
Now all I need is my fairy godmother to come wave her magic wand. It’s 2:50 pm; I’m still wearing what I was clad in when I rolled out of bed; and I have no idea
what I can fit my big fat arse into what I am going to wear. Add to that the fact that I have this huge sore on my lip/chin and also that, after all this work, I am way too tired to actually go to the party.
Although the fatigued part is real, I'm truly looking forward to tonight (as long as the restaurant is dark and my concealer effective). Daniel is making butternut squash ravioli just for me. Maybe he'll even put white truffles on top! As an extra plus, I get to choose the wine. Omigosh, I think I just drooled on myself. I think it's time for that shower now.