So, here I sit with a too full belly. I've been craving chocolate chip cookies for days. And not just any chocolate chip cookies; homemade, fresh from the oven cookies. The best thing to do would have been to go buy some chocolate chips when I first got the craving, and then made some. Or maybe better than that would have been to eat some carrot sticks since I'm trying to lose weight (but who am I kidding, really).
So today I decided I couldn't wait any longer for cookies. I asked Troy around 7:00 to go get me some cookie dough. Troy is my servant, you know, so I was kind of surprised when he didn't hop right up and run to the store. In fact, he didn't get home with my cookie dough until 9:30.
At this point, the normal person might just wait until tomorrow to bake cookies. And at first I thought I'd be a normal person. Except then I remembered I'm not normal at all. And also, I wanted some cookies, darn it! So I made a dozen cookies. And then I ate one, err . . . a couple. Five. Okay, I ate five!!! And now I feel a little bit sick. I'm not sure if maybe I should start working on being normal after all.