Every first day of school since my daughter started kindergarten, I've made her oatmeal butterscotch cookies. They're her favorite. Since I'm working tomorrow, this duty falls to my wife. However, I decided to lend her a hand tonight by making the cookie dough. Well, as I was adding ingredients to the mixing bowl, I knocked over the mixer and shattered the shatter-proof glass cutting board on the counter. There were little shards of glass all over the kitchen.
After an hour of sweeping, vacuuming, and washing, I started making the cookie dough all over again. I am happy to report there were no casualties the second time 'round. The dough is in the fridge, and I feel like I've just run a half marathon.
Saint Marty is tired and ready for battle.
|Not ready for this yet|