It's hot. It's so hot. And so I make cookies. My mom talks about a cooking show called "the Galloping Gourmet" during which, in the old days, the t.v. chef would say things like, "A little wine for the chicken *splash, splash* and a little wine for me." By the end of each episode, he was good and sloshed and cooking. I've never seen the show, but I will quote such things while cooking, even if I have no wine in the house. I've caught things on fire pretty often, unintentionally, so it's good to have an excuse...any excuse.
At my new jobby-job we've been having Friday afternoon snackies, which is similar to my old jobby-job where we had Friday morning breakfast. I like the idea of sharing/free food on Fridays. I'm making cookies and it's hot and it's making me stupid. Dylan is being cranky for kitty because it's hot and he's furry. It's still hot and it's almost 11:00 at night. Where was global warming when I was freezing my ass off in January?? Urg, I'm cranky and I smell the burning of a cookie.
An Erinku:
evil pleasure
seeing an ex
is more stupid
than I thought.
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