Merry Christmas Eve, y’all.

Just met with a new website client this morning, and Bruce kindly took the twins to the park so we could actually talk. The woman is a childbirth educator and I had to keep reminding myself to shut up shut up shut up about my own labor and birth crap. Wanna hear a woman talk for hours? Ask her about her birth story. Then go get a good pair of headphones. Anyway, it went well I think. When Bruce came back, he said Saige was literally afraid of her own shadow when they were playing on a tennis court. Silly baby.

Update: Presently I’m attempting my first Christmas cookies. Remember how I said I don’t cook? When you hear the firetrucks coming down the highway, you’ll know it’s because Angela attempted to bake Hazelnut Coffee Oatmeal cookies (recipe to follow). Miss C offered her best advice: “Follow the recipe EXACTLY. If the thing says jump three times and walk backwards, DO IT.” Because following directions is a new concept for me too.

A little present for Mac people with Gmail:

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And always amusing: Awful Celebrity Plastic Surgery. Have I linked this before? I can’t remember. Worth linking again.

Design stuff: Is this a beautiful site or what? Granted it is simple, but I think it is gorgeous and classy in its simplicity. The opposite of this. (Go easy on him, he did it on purpose. I’m sure the CSS Zen Garden people can take a little sarcasm).

Time to go put those cookies in the oven. Domestic goddess, that’s me.