So we had a white Christmas this year. And it went out sloshy. I am pleased with how I made out giftwise. I really am. My family and I exchanged gifts when I went over to my brother's house for Christmas dinner. I got a warm fleece sweater that I loved. And I gave my brother a white long sleeved Polo shirt. There's just something I love about Polo. I got money and a couple of gift cards. My mother's thinking for the longest time is that it's better than an ugly gray sweater I would never wear.
The chocolate chip cookies did not fare well. I usually make my signature cookies that everyone loves, but for some reason they didn't come out like they usually do on Thanksgiving or even on Christmas. I guess it was because I was pressed for time and just got off from work. On Thanksgiving, I ran out of baking soda and the cookies crumbled. This Christmas, I accidentally overdid it just a quarter of a cup with the brown sugar and there was too much molasses as a result. The flavor was too overwhelming. I ended up having to dump the whole batch.
I think it might be an omen for the future that it didn't work out two holidays in a row because I usually get compliments on my chocolate chip cookies. Ask my coworkers. I will perfect them once again. I swear. I just hope that the omen means there are good things to come.
No need to despair. We didn't need my chocolate chip cookies this year. There was plenty in the baked goods department. Mom had a lot of Christmas cookies and brownies at her home left over from Christmas Eve that my aunt had baked. So I just brought over the open blueberry pie that I made. And I got raves for it. It was overflowing with blueberries. I've saved some for a guy I've been talking to who I'm about to go on a date with. Keep your fingers crossed for me. We'll see how it goes.
This year I got a priceless Christmas gift - safety. On Christmas Eve, my brother called me to drop him off at the auto body shop in town. His truck was under repair and he had no other way of picking it up. I was nervous about driving because the brakes on my 2007 Lexus IS250 were not functioning up to par.
So I had the guy who used to give my late father a good deal on repairs take a look at it. When he filled up my engine with brake fluid, it leaked profusely out the bottom. He insisted that I leave my car there and with good reason. He told me bluntly that it was dangerous for me to drive.
I'd been driving it at 40 miles an hour on the Northern State these past few days because the car took longer to stop. And given the fact that this is New York, I got my share of loud horns, bird flips and foul mouthed name calling. Don't you just love people's holiday spirit? They didn't fathom the car trouble I was having, not that they'd really care. People don't give a shit what your story is and why you're in a predicament. They just want to judge.
I started to have this problem as soon as I'd had the tires replaced. When I get one thing taken care of, something else goes wrong. My car troubles are like my love life - always a catch when I think everything is okay.
I feel so blessed that I took my brother there and the guy saw my car. I would have been in a serious accident. The car at some point would just not stop, the auto body shop owner told me. I am so fortunate to be in one piece.
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