Jul 20, 2002 18:38
Yesterday I made a gazillion cookies (oatmeal lace and oatmeal raisin), half of which Mom sent to Patrick today. I hope you enjoy 'em. The other half are still in the house, and I can't bring myself to even look at them, much less eat them. Cookie overload.
I took a break from the cookies to make 2 pizzas for the boys and me for dinner. One was 1/2 pepperoni and 1/2 cheese, and one was, for a change, hamburger. The hamburger totally sucked. Really. It tasted like it was old and something was drastically wrong with it. So Mason called the customer service number, discussed it with a woman who seemed very concerned, and in 7 to 10 business days, we'll be receiving a coupon or something for a free pizza. Damn straight! We deserve it, after throwing all but 3 pieces out.
Then I made the rest of the cookies. Even though I wanted to wait until today, Grandma rolled the dough on the sheets and I was stuck baking the rest of them. Ah well. I didn't have to do it today, which was nice.
So all that cookie-making made my back hurt. Yet, today, while Mom, Dad, and Mason went shopping for an amp for Mason, I felt the weird urge to totally clean my room. It HAD to be done, so I'm glad I finally did it. Except I'm writing this before I collapse on my bed and not move til tomorrow morning. We'll see how I feel then. It'll be nice to lay in a room that isn't completely covered in dust and cat hair. Now it's only partially covered, and I can walk on the floor without bumping into stuff.
Also, I have clean clothes. Ambitious I was today. Also, speaking like Yoda am I. Perhaps it's the Star Wars cereal.
family,
cleaning,
food