Posted by: Sara S. | December 9, 2009

I did a crazy thing.

It’s the ultimate feat of strength. I am baking chocolate chip cookies. They are now in the oven and I haven’t so much as licked a stray drip off the bowl or spoon. My whole apartment smells like vanilla. Yes, I brought this on myself, so I expect no pity. But, COME ON—PITY ME!

“Well, are you insane?!!” you might ask.

And that is a completely valid question. No, I am not certifiable, merely bored on a Tuesday night at home with sugar and eggs and flour at my disposable.

“Well, who are they for?!!” Another valid question.

Possibly for Tommy (good luck on his exams tomorrow). Or for my office (so I can be the bitch who’s dieting and brings in cookies; everyone hates that girl, I’m well aware). I’m not sure yet. All I know is that I now have 3 dozen chocolate chip cookies that I can’t eat. Well, great.

Jesus, I really am an idiot.



  1. I CANNOT believe you didn’t at least lick the spoon. Raw cookie dough is on my top five fav foods. You are officially insane.

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