I have been a good girl this year (well at least most of the time), and all I want for Christmas this year is for the doc at Mayo to remove the polyps in my duodenum. I really just want to avoid or at least postpone having the pancreatoduodenectomy (I am no longer going to refer to it as "The Whipple", as that is just too whimsical sounding for such a serious surgery. Very misleading.)
I promise to leave you some of my awesome peanut butter cookies, and I guarantee they will be the best peanut butter cookies you will have this year. With all of my crazy baking while in recovery mode I have perfected the peanut butter cookie. Chunky peanut butter, more peanuts, salt. Ah, the perfect mixture of salt and sweet.
Anyways I digress. . . So, if there is anyway you have some pull with the people upstairs, I'd really appreciate it this year.
PS. Your elf that was covering for you was a bit scary. He freaked Gracie out. First he hated puppy kisses, and then he told Gracie he'd mate with her. So, um, I just thought you should know.