Christmas Eve, not exactly 9pm EST

I'm in the middle of baking approximately four dozen cookies that I intend to foist on people for the next week. I made two dozen crescents and a 10x14 pan of gingerbread cake last night, so we're going to have six dozen cookies by the end of the night. I still need to make applesauce.

We went by Mum's earlier to get their gifts to us. I already have them theirs. My mother was in the process of making 12 fruitcakes.

I'm probably going to kill someone. The kitchen is a huge frakking mess and I keep tripping over shit. Steven's not feeling well and was lounging on the couch so that his legs were right in the middle of where I needed to be. It's not like I was in a good mood to begin with anyway.

Mum gave me some of Gramma's jewelry to wear, so that was stressful. I have her sapphire earrings and heart pendant on now.

I'm seriously going to stab Steven in the head by the end of the night if he doesn't stop being so irritating. I am seriously 87 kinds of bitchy.

Cookie Hell

I am currently baking my last batch of cookies. Like I said before, I think the final count is between 6 and 7 dozen: 2 dozen Viennese Crescents, 3 dozen sugar cookies, and 2 1/2 dozen poppyseed cookies, plus the gingerbread cake that I need to make whipped creme for tomorrow. Anyone local want to drop by tomorrow night for dessert and coffee?

I am not overly pleased with the oven. We figured it was kind of off since things took forever to cook, but Steven finally went and bought an oven thermometer. Turns out it is really off. I started preheating it around 3:30, setting it at 500* and the highest temperature it made it too was 250* and that was only briefly. It hovered mostly around 200*. I also noticed the tin foil I used to line under the coils with has gotten so hot that it's crumbling and I can't put anything on top of the stove without it getting really hot. I had to move the gingerbread off the stove because it was almost as hot as when I took it out the oven yesterday.

I should think about eating dinner soon, I guess. We had a late lunch. I could have soup, I guess, or leftover Indian.

I guess I'm going to make the onions and applesauce tomorrow. I just realized I forgot to make them and now I'm tired.