He was holding it behind his back, and the kids were trying to guess what it was. I could hear the wrapper, and said, "It's a Butterfinger." But I was wrong--it was even better than a Butterfinger. What's better than a Butterfinger?
the ginormous-sized ones, but I think he was trying to do something nice without sabotaging me. (Although a small part of me wishes he'd brought the ginormous ones...haha!)
The kids got Christmas cards in the mail from my brother's ex-wife, with gift cards to Target. They were SO excited. They talked all day yesterday how they were going to spend them. So this afternoon, I took them to Target to spend their gift cards. I also wanted to get the stuff for a care package for a soldier in Afghanistan, and that was actually really fun to shop for.
I asked my little brother (Nathan) for some ideas, because he spent three years in Iraq. He said his favorite things to get were beef jerky, "real" toilet paper, magazines, and homemade cookies. I never would have thought toilet paper would make the list, but I bought the best quality toilet paper they had ;) The hard part was the cookies.
I don't bake, because I can eat a whole batch of cookies (or a whole pie, cake, sheet of brownies, etc). So it's easiest for me not to bake. But I really wanted to include something homemade in the care package, so I decided to make my very favorite oatmeal cookies. (Yes, the ones I almost ralphed when I decided to run them off last summer). I made a full batch, which is three dozen cookies. And since this particular soldier likes M&M's, I used those instead of chocolate chips.
I took a tiny taste of the dough, and it was soooo good. My good intentions went out the window, and I ate about 5 pinches of dough. I guesstimated it to be about 12 PointsPlus worth. When I realized it was getting out of control, I stopped what I was doing and went and brushed my teeth really well, so that I would have a minty mouth and cookies wouldn't taste good--or at least that's what I told myself. But it worked, I didn't touch any more of the dough, and I didn't eat a single cookie once they were baked. They were VERY tempting, however!
Chandler is cracking me up. He and Phoebe were fighting, so I put him on the third level of the cat tree (he usually only goes on the second level, because it doesn't have sides and he can actually fit). He thought it was awesome being up there on level three!
Well, tomorrow is the big day for me. Sub-26 or bust! The race is at 3:00 in the afternoon, which means I'm going to be a nervous wreck all day. But I hope I'm feeling my best tomorrow and ready to run hard enough to puke.