Whatever we do, we will never ever talk about the cookies I just tried to make. We will never discuss how I dumped in a cup or more (I sooo wasn't measuring) of vegetable oil in place of shortening. We absolutely will not discuss how I was out of chocolate chips so I lovingly unwrapped over 40 Hersheys kisses and mashed them in my food processor. We will forget about how I didn't read the directions and just threw it all in one giant bowl and attempted to mix it all. And honestly we won't talk about how after I baked them they smelled sort of funny and came out with burned bottoms and tasted like rotten shit! Nope, I'm going to go clean everything out right now and light a smelly candle so that in the morning when I come in the kitchen there will be no evidence of the cookies that never were!
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Ha ha...you're too funny! I should tell the story of my baking soda chicken when I was 18 and moved out of the house. Too funny!
Thanks for the advice.
I try not to talk about my fears with him too much and try to focus on other things because I know that it will happen when it's supposed to.
He on the other hand thinks that because I don't talk enough about it means I don't want it as badly as he does. Which all of a sudden equals we aren't ever going to have kids.
Obviously this was the fight last night. Ughhhh men....
LOL, wow have I been there before.
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Sounds like you cook like I do! I try to stay away from baking as much as possible. I generally end up with something inedible or burnt.
I'll give you a tip - just buy a tube of cookie dough at the grocery store. You're welcome!
Hey, I never heard ANYTHING about NOTHING.
Cookies?? What cookies?
hahaha. That is funny. I only cook like that when I am intoxicated. Highly intoxicated. Kudos to you for trying though :)
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