I sent this today.
…It is because I care about you. I made a gingerbread person of you last night and decorated it to look just like you, was going to put it in a cellophane bag with a Christmas tree on it that I bought at Sur La Table. You were going to be all, “Wow, Clare is so talented in the kitchen, I’m so lucky to know her and Drew. What a thoughtful, handmade, frugal, genius gift. Also, these are delicious.” Then I examined them and concluded that they looked like a serial killer or fourth grader or serial killer in fourth grade had made them so I put them in the trash in a fit of rage and immediately went to bed because last night was a total fail.
But the moral of the story here is that:
a) I was going to visit you with cookies today
b) Drew and I love you.
c) I need anger management.
xo. Happy holidays.