This past Monday we had our "liberry" Christmas party, featuring the previously heralded theme of Comfort Food & Cookies.
The food was fantastic, the company excellent and a glaze of carbohydrate-euphoria (i.e. "comfort") settled over everyone.
The cookie part supposedly involved us mixing and
baking 8 dozen cookies to give to our fellow employees as gifts. I
cheated and baked 8 dozen store-bought peanut butter cookies with mini Reese's cups in them instead.
And Mrs. J was able to make it too. She's doing much
better, though she still can't get around as well as she'd like nor eat
My only complaint with the evening is that I couldn't
eat much either. Not that I didn't try my best. It's just that my and my
wife's digestive systems have now been altered by our near 3 month long
stint on the Atkins program so that we, sadly, can no longer consume
the mass quantity of food that we used to. I used to be able to put away
two brimming-full plates of food and have room for desert. Now, I'm
lucky if I have room to breathe after one plate. It's great for our
health but is a massive bitch otherwise. When we cheat, we feel
obligated to really do some damage, but we just can't now and it pisses
us off. We weren't the only ones in that boat at the party, though.
After our meal the entire staff sat around looking at all the plates of
tasty cookies none of which we had any desire to eat because our brains
were screaming "YOU'RE FULL, YOU FOOLS!"
After dinner, we all gathered in Mrs. A's living room
where we took turns keeping her dog out of the cookies and telling each
horror stories about problem patrons. (Ironic, in that Mrs. A's living room is the former living room of the Dufus's
grandmother.) A couple of employees from libraries in neighboring towns
joined us at the party and we were surprised at how many problem
patrons we have in common, but it was valuable to share our most
effective techniques for dealing with them.