Sunday, January 13, 2008
cookies...
I have recently started a new semester at school, i am currently enrolled in two community colleges, and one university. all of this means what? stress baking. and also unfortunately, stress eating. eventually this will turn into stress cleaning, and i will get back to cleaning the basement. maybe. if i can fit through the doorway by then. 
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First, how are you able to juggle stress baking with your classes and Peep watching? You must have endless energy.
Second, if you offered that deliciousness to someone, no doubt they would jump at the chance to clean your basement for you. (or am I the only one that happily offers services in exchange for dessert?) Of course, then you'd have to change your blog title to "Crap someone else found in my basement"...
Im so impressed thatyou have so many cookie sheets. I have 2 but I only use one of them because the other one burns cookies and weiners.
Cookies...mmmm...perhaps you should share some of your creations with those who think the world of you. Then, you would never, ever have to think about not being able to get through the doorway. Yes, I think you should give those cookies to those who really, really like those cookies. That my cookie-making friend, is what I think
**mml** endless energy ? i have the energy of a thousand cookies! and while i am with you, and would happily trade services for goodies, there are sometimes things that are just to horrible to ask others to do for you. one being a nude version of the mexican hat dance, and the other being cleaning my basement.
holly, you wouldnt believe the weird assortment of baking sheets we have. i bet eventually some of them will even end up living in the basement when our collection overflows.
anonymous, i think you should take some advice from **mml** and offer to perform some services for me inorder to procure you some of my tasty cookies... that my cookie loving friend, is what i think.
I think that if **mml** is up for a naked mexican hat dance, he should have to do it at my second annual mexican fiesta birthday bash. If he does that I might even be inclined to wear a sombaro, and it is not often that I put a hat on, but I just might have to for such an occassion.
yo. sweet_ass. **mml** is totally not a he. have you not ever read the wonderful wonderfulness that is "what the thunder said"? hint:i have a link to it on my site. word. though now i am curious, would you still be willing to wear the hat of my dreams and all ruin your doo?
Well Im not nearly as excited about seeing a woman naked, because all I have to do is look in the mirror to see that. And actually I shouldnt be too excited about seeing a man either since I see them all the time at work, yet none of them are dancing naked. But if you called me sweet ass all day long at my fiesta I would wear a hat, but it wold have to be kind of light, or I could jsut use 3/4ths of a can of hairspray instead of 1/2 that day.
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