Betty Crocker Took My Wife

Christmas is a time to be with family and friends, enjoy each others company and usually, eat like a pig. In an effort to keep us on a treadmill for all of 2006, "Wife" began her annual Christmas cookie bake-a-thon.

I'm usually out of town when this baking frenzy takes place, but things have been a little crazy this year, so now I'm elbow deep in it. Don't get me wrong, I'm a guy who loves cookies, but it's like Oz, I don't want to look behind the curtain. I'm very content to show up after all the work is done, pour myself a big glass of milk and do my damnedest to put myself into a diabetic coma.

Man is baking messy. The cookies look so nice on the plate, but right now it looks like a dirty bomb of flour and sugar went off in the kitchen. The dogs and every other surface are covered with colored sugar and sprinkles. Every so often, after the timer goes off , I hear a disappointed "Damn." This year "Wife" is trying some new recipes. I'm a fan of her old stand-byes, but I fear change in all aspects of my life. She went out and got herself some new cookie shooter thing. It's just like a caulking gun, but you can eat the caulk.

Well the timer just went off. I better go sample some of the new creations. God knows, she lives for my approval. If you believe that, you'll also believe that I'm only going to sample one cookie. Later....Brian