OK, we all agree that I need to be more charitable and less self-absorbed. So, in the spirit of leaf-turning-over, we return to my celebrated Salute to Fudge!
What? They're called 'baby steps,' Judge McJudger Heads.
DeNae's Salute to Fudge, Day 6:
You volunteered to decorate a table for the Ladies Auxiliary Christmas Brunch -- not as part of the first wave, known as the "Brilliant Army of the Creative" -- but as part of the second wave, commonly referred to as "The Grossly Untalented Willing."
While everyone else broke out their 42 piece, gold-and-diamond encrusted holiday dinnerware and centerpieces made entirely of frankincense and myrrh, your table is a tribute to Melmac and paper napkins.
Just sit at a table across the room -- preferably at a place with lead crystal goblets -- and bolt when the White Elephant exchange begins. There's a fresh batch of fudge waiting at home on a paper plate, tasting just like ambrosia even without the Fiestaware of the Gods.