Her name is Sheila.
And she worked her red suited “arse” off this holiday season.
Between the pumpkin pie, whipped cream, beaten eggs, and biscuits, she didn’t stop running circles and circles around all of us. Her arms never stopped turning and turning, body bending up and down, up and down.
Put my ever-widening butt to shame.
It looked a little like this….
If you’ll excuse me I need a nap.
I’m giving her some time off to prepare for the Christmas Cookie Marathon.