I've thought about why this matters to me. Conventional wisdom holds that as we age, we place greater emphasis on family. I've often wondered about that. Would it be the case for me? What is the reason for it?
My present theory is that we're competitors at heart, and there comes a point where the only ones left who can truly give us an honest, informed appraisal of our progress are those who were there with us all along. The ones who don't have to imagine what it was like to grow up in the home where we were children, because they were there. Family can be our most thorough prosecutors, but also our most sympathetic jurors.
For my birthday, I received a coupon for a free package of cookie dough from Papa Murphy's. I very nearly missed redeeming the coupon at all before it expired. I finally decided to bake them about an hour ago. As you can see, they didn't quite turn out the way they were supposed to, but they taste the same regardless.
|This is what happens when Santa bakes his own cookies.|
I've got the post-munchies daze now, so I think I'm going to stretch out on the couch and let Sir Patrick narrate Ebenezer Scrooge's infamous Christmas Eve from all those years ago.