The christmas menu HAS to have these desserts added to it. YUMMMM!!
So due to the fact that I was pretty bored at home- and fancy eating some baking mix (fat pig, I know!) I decided to make some little gingerbread ladies; who unfortunately look like they’ve had a bad bit of botox in their lips.. but hay-ho, they taste pretty good and I have definitely eaten ALOT of the biscuit dough as well. So feeling a little sick now and needing to go to the gym for a good little workout tomorrow. Thank god for not having to do much else, I’ve turned into a feeder of myself and my family and trying to be good and keep to the gym.
Discussing Christmas events, it has become a household issue- we have all decided that Christmas television is.. excuse my language “Shit”. Why is it that every year we have to endure the same films and television programmes? Especially when everyone gets a little irritable after eating too much food and chocolates- sugar levels are running high and the meat sweats have occurred- all we want is something joyful and Christmassy, but no; it looks like another year of crappy films will be on the agenda. Hopefully my hangover from the previous evening might make me a bit more glazed over and not even realise the drizzle that’s on television.
Although, I am looking forward to some sparkly Strictly Come Dancing; I haven’t been a major fan of the programme due to the fact that in uni there are some people that control what television programmes are allowed to be watched on a Saturday night; and frilly dresses and men dancing in super tight trousers didn’t appeal to the large majority of my housemates (although I don’t know why) fitty men going around treating their ladies to a lovely dance around the dance floor seems perfect, if only it actually happened when you went out and about on the booze run. All I seem to end up with on those nights out is some drunken lads hand on my arse followed by me giving him a lot of abuse and demanding he have a bit more respect for his female counterpart.. *unless he’s good looking- and then it’s a different story* which kind of goes against my telling off of the horrible male that is attached to my arse or looking at my boobs for a large majority of the night. Some things can even be forgiven if a very nice cocktail is bought for me; yes, I may be a little easy in the forgiving department, but a girl’s gota drink!!
But yes- back to the point.. which there wasn’t. I’m just going to eat some more of my little botox filled gingerbread ladies and watch some nasty telly that is mind numbingly boring. What it is to bored.