
We were up early and made a “to-do” list:
- Go to the gym
- Go to the hair parlor
- Go see Chef Marie to check on dinner
- Stage the house for tomorrow’s festivities!
Into the mouth of danger I marched, knowing full well my poor little body would be subjected to untold agony, and I began with two one-pound dumbbells and graduated to 120-pound leg presses. They know my condition, so I was allowed time to rest between sets.
We escaped with our lives (barely) and headed to the safety of Ralph’s Market so the trainers couldn’t find us. I am so slim now (10 pounds) that I hid behind a display of pogo sticks, and they missed me. Mary pranced down the aisle, singing Christmas tunes and wiggling to the music; the trainers were afraid to interrupt her. The trainers departed, and we were safe.
We went home, had a small bite to eat, and then zoomed to Beach Blvd and PCH to get our ears lowered!
After the makeover, I sneaked into the car so the ladies would not chase me. I would have put a bag over my head, but I had to drive home.
We did a fifteen-minute pit stop before heading to Marie Calendars for tomorrow’s vittles. We returned with two large boxes and two large bags of goodies. Oops, we also have a selection of fresh pies.

The parking lot was full, and a large 18-wheeler was distributing the goodies to everyone.
Once home, the staging/scheduling begins. With dinner at noon, we backed off according to Marie’s instructions. The turkey and ham go into the oven 1t 9:15 am. We put them in their pans, racks, and wrapped them today. We placs them into the outside refrigerator so tomorrow they go diredctly into the 325 degree overn









































