the hotness speaks

yeah, i know. i'm a broken record:

"i'm SO tired."
"i have SO much to do."
"i SO don't feel xmassy."
"i STILL haven't baked anything."

i can't help it if they're true.

i made chili for our potluck (which might suck, since i never got a chance to taste it). i wore a skirt to colene's work party (which didn't suck at all). i'm wearing one of my two holiday-themed old navy shirts (suckless). i don't have any plans tonight, so i can go to bed early and hopefully catch up on some sleep (score!).

backstory: one of my co-workers is a certified fitness instructor. she uses the fitness room here at work to have different classes twice a week, which is where i go to pilates. i started going last year, so when we had a little lunch last december to thank her for offering these classes to us, i didn't know that the girls exchanged gifts as part of the tradition.

fast-forward to yesterday: it was the day of our little fitness gratitude lunch and we were all safely hid away in a conference room upstairs, eating some freaking amazing greek food brought in, when, much to my horror, out came the gifts. HOLY FREAKING GOD IN HEAVEN. i'd completely forgotten about the gifts. i felt awful. i still feel awful. if nothing else, just the fact that i have to give these women something will get me baking this weekend. they're all small tokens, nothing elaborate at all, but i feel like such a schmuck for forgetting. i'm thinking some ginger cookies and maybe a photocard. hey, when in doubt, make it yourself, right?