You make me sick
Actually I made myself sick on the chocolate chocolate cookies that I baked today. While others enjoyed some of my confection, a good deal of it ended up in my tummy. And it was yummy in my tummy, at least for a while.
But in retrospect, that was a poor choice.
I should be a baker - I heart food. Baking's fun and so much more tangible than the stuff I waste my time with every day. Unfortunately I'll never actually be baker because I'm too much of a snob. It's annoying to be annoyed at yourself. It makes me sick. No wait, that's still the cookies talking, nvm.
Boys, we can bake in DeWolfe (which I think we should howl at when we walk by, because that's a little funny)! Oh, and have the Food Network on in the background! I hope you know how much you'll be fulfilling my domestic fantasy. Sincerely, Still waiting for my MRS degree.
PS- I don't sleep anymore.
posted by Jill @ 4:45 AM
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2 Comments:
I feel like we've switched places. The other day I went to bed at 12:30. I know, I was shocked too.
I want chocolate cookies.. :( I also want to howl at DeWolfe as we walk by, because I also find that funny.
Would you be a snob to me if I became a baker? Because at this point in my life, that's a definite possibility. Baking is one of the few things I'm good at. Baking and sex. But you know all about that ;)
Oh geez, I knew Wad would be all over the baking idea. I dunno - baking is ok, but eating is better :-P. Too many cooks spoil the pot (or souffle pan) anyway.
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