September 22, 2005

Uh, er, ummmmm....

Okay, I never claimed to be Martha Friggin' Stewart, but one would think I could bake up a batch of cookies (from a mix, even) without incident. Well, no, it didn't quite work out that way.

I had been asked by someone on the PTO if I would bake something for tonight's "Family Fun Night" and I said I would, figuring on pulling out one of those handy cookie mixes. (Note: I usually bake from scratch, but this is a busy week.) So, after dinner last night I did bake those cookies, but half of them burned. Burned to the point that I couldn't even scrape them off the cookie sheet. I threw what I could out to the animals and just tossed the sheets in the garbage.

I have 14 cookies that are edible.

I called up my friend on PTO and told her my tale. She said not to worry, she'd send in a package of Oreos for me.

My gawd, people, screwing up cookies? I'm slipping...

* I'll try to post about something of significance later. I'm just not in the mood to talk about Cindy bleepin' Sheehan anymore. I've got to go fill La Tahoe's tank with petrol before prices skyrocket again thanks to Lovely Rita (not).

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