Sleepy tired.

I am so tired of baking. But.

One more batch of sugar cookies. Two more batches of rice krispie treats. Perhaps one more thing of fudge. For some reason, the list keeps growing. There are ten more plates to make, and maybe if I'm really lucky Mom'll make those mexican wedding cake cookies.

*expires*

ETA: Oh man, and today is Global Orgasm Day. Shoot. I did not plan for that at all. I suppose all this sugar induced lardgasm will just have to suffice. :P

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I know you often find yourself asking this question:

"Is Deborah lame/awesome enough to have made, written and mailed a Christmas Card to Josh Ritter in which she requests that he play 'Lawrence, Kansas' and/or 'Bone of Song' when he comes back to the Aladdin in February?"

The answer, my friends, is yes. December makes me stupid. But it'll be awesome if he actually does it. Yes. I love Josh.

ETA: Someday Cute Waiter Guy at Big River will realize that he's meant to give me beautiful, beautiful babies. He knows my drink order and my usual dinner order. He's ridiculously good looking and can speak knowledgeably about wine with my folks. He told me I should go up to the winery by Enchanted Forest this summer and do the Grape Stomp they have every year. He shall be mine. *sigh* Seriously, Global Orgasm Day.