Chocolate Cookies
Oh man. Oh man oh man oh man.
We went over to the office today for our daily cookie fix. I don’t usually get a cookie because I am trying to limit my sugar in-take, but today? Oh man oh man. They had special breast cancer cookies. Sounds real appetizing, doesn’t it? They were chocolate, with pink M&Ms. Mmmmmmmmm. I was going to be good and avoid one, but the leasing agent insisted that I try one and now I am dreaming of gooey chocolate batter. The middles were still raw and warm, which is the very best way a cookie can be.
It is taking all my will power not to go into the kitchen and whip up a brownie cake.
I can’t do it, though. Erik is still sick (too sick to take him in public, not sick enough to lay around) so I didn’t get to go Zumba today. Mike was supposed to get home slightly early, but I just got an e-mail that the fan is covered in poo, thus he has no idea what time he’ll be home tonight. Something about the anti-matter canons having a bad reaction with the flux capacitor. I don’t know. All I know is, I better keep my sugar grumps at bay because it could be a very long night.
Erik keeps begging to go swimming, and we could go to the indoor pool but I don’t think any of the other parents would appreciate my snotty kid blowing his germs all over their little angels.
Long day, long day. Maybe I can convince Erik to put some clothes on again and go over to the park again. Except then he would want to stop at the office and get more cookies and that would be bad.
Maybe, just maybe, I should clean the house or do something productive.
Nah. That sounds like too much work. Except there is something rough on the couch that is hurting my princess legs, so I think I’m going to have to get out the vacuum anyway. It seems like there is always something rough on the couch. At least I now know that I can wash the cusion covers. You’d think it wouldn’t have taken me four years to figure that out!