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silverfae9Jeff and I totally made cookies that are shaped like mooses. I got cookie mix and a moose-shaped cookie cutter at the Seattle Weblogger White Elephant Christmas Party on Wednesday, and I've been very excited about the thought of making the cookies. So we did. And, surprisingly, they turned out pretty spiffed, albeit slightly flour-y tasting.
Of course, I'm usually excited when I cook something and don't end up, like, burning the house down or poisoning the water supply.
My kitchen is a mess, just covered in flour and dirty dishes. I'm seriously considering saying fuck it all, tossing the dishes, spraying sealant over the counters, and calling it an art project. It's taking all my willpower to not curl up in the fetal position on the couch and consume everything in the house with salt in it. Being a girl -sucks-, make no mistake about that. Instead, I guess I'll go take a hot shower and try to feel like a human being. Then I'll clean the kitchen.
On my way back home from a (failed) attempt at something I noticed that all the commercials on the radio were jewelery commercials. They might revoke my girl liscense for saying this, but I can't remember ever thinking "gee, I wish a boy would give me a piece of jewelery that costs more than the appendage it happens to be decorating is worth." In much the same way that I don't want roses, I also don't want diamonds. I don't know what that says for me as a stereotype, but I expect the girl police to show up at my door any second.
Of course, I'm usually excited when I cook something and don't end up, like, burning the house down or poisoning the water supply.
My kitchen is a mess, just covered in flour and dirty dishes. I'm seriously considering saying fuck it all, tossing the dishes, spraying sealant over the counters, and calling it an art project. It's taking all my willpower to not curl up in the fetal position on the couch and consume everything in the house with salt in it. Being a girl -sucks-, make no mistake about that. Instead, I guess I'll go take a hot shower and try to feel like a human being. Then I'll clean the kitchen.
On my way back home from a (failed) attempt at something I noticed that all the commercials on the radio were jewelery commercials. They might revoke my girl liscense for saying this, but I can't remember ever thinking "gee, I wish a boy would give me a piece of jewelery that costs more than the appendage it happens to be decorating is worth." In much the same way that I don't want roses, I also don't want diamonds. I don't know what that says for me as a stereotype, but I expect the girl police to show up at my door any second.
