Feeling absolute guilt with all the wonderful and plentiful goodies that had been delivered to us this Christmas, my non-baking self (I bake, I just don't do it often or very well) decided to pass out a Happy New Years' bottle of bubbly (mormon style) with a package of rolaids attached (to help aid the digestion of all those decadent desserts) along with a poem about the week after Christmas and all through the house, nothing would fit me, not even a blouse...you get the idea.
Happy New Year to all, and to all a good diet!
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