I just remembered that I signed up to bring 25 turkey cookies to The Jews tomorrow. Apparently this was in the midst of one of those "I'm the best mom in the class" moments and I was feeling more ambitious than I actually am. Damn these overachieving urges I get.
These were last year's turkey cookies. As you can see, each one is lovingly handcrafted and the mutants are all eaten so not only is it a tedious project, it is a fattening one as well. The mom's group last year was appropriately impressed, let's hope I can pull it together for The Jews.
Because I'm not busy or anything, with 3 photoshoots to edit, two full email boxes, 1 birth announcement to design, 3 orders to place, 2 sessions to schedule, 1 shoot tomorrow, an annoying stage mom on my back about her order and a trip to Georgia to plan next week (don't even know what day we're leaving or returning). Not even counting the dirty house or the laundry I'm behind on.
So tonight I make turkeys.