I had good intentions of making some cute & clever, woodland animal sugar cookies for Christmas last week, but my heart just wasn't in it. After I baked the 12 or so dozen cookies on Tuesday, the idea of frosting all of them seemed overwhelming - along with the 100 other things that needed to be done before Christmas. Ugh. So needless to say, these are not my finest creations. Martha Stewart would not be impressed. But they tasted good. I should know, I think I ate a dozen squirrels myself.
Halfway through Christmas Eve (and at least 3 gallons of Jingle Juice cocktails later), the cookie messages started getting re-arranged by the 23 Weishaars who had gathered at my brother's house. Good thing it stopped before things got X-rated.
