- My umbrella was stolen today. Or it ran away. I hung up my umbrella to dry at work, and at the end of the day, it was gone. Clearly, I have no umbrella skills. I'm not sure if I should take this personally.
- I'm feeling a little gross. Too much peanut butter and sugar. I wonder how the Martha Stewarts of the world can do their Christmas baking without licking all those spoons. I'm loving the whole domestic thing. Yeah for Christmas. I'd bake instead of subtitle any day.
Friday, November 17, 2006
'Tis the Season?
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from now on i suggest you handcuff yourself to your umbrella...
Why are cookies called cookies?
Are cookies cooked or are they baked?
When I make those scrumptuous little blobs of butter and sugar and flour and a hodge podge of other essentials, I call them bakies. Because they are baked.
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