Mother, you make it impossible for me to love you
How can you leave me for four glorious days, in charge of this huge house with satellite TV and a hot tub and a Cool!cat named Loki, sans barking annoying peeing dogs... and not have any sugar in the house? How do you expect me to make chocolate chip cranberry oatmeal cookies for thanksgiving, all by myself, when you have not a speck of white sugar in the house? You have every other baking ingredient known to man, but not white sugar? Tch. I'm so disappointed in you. You've ruined christmas hanukkah easter thanksgiving. I hope you're happy with yourself.
P.s. Nanowrimo continues on apace. Must write 2-3K before going to bed, to feel accomplished with my day. Damn.
P.s. Nanowrimo continues on apace. Must write 2-3K before going to bed, to feel accomplished with my day. Damn.