We've managed to not kill each other another year. We're almost halfway to my parents' record of 33-ish years. We've made more compromises than we'd care to admit, because a bloody mess would have been difficult to explain. Plus we figured that someone should teach the valuable life skill to our children in the form of a living example of a working model. OK, so it's merely a work in progress and we are not anywhere near what we envisioned 14 years ago, on a Friday afternoon at the county courthouse. Of course we were drunk with something...me postpartum everything, post-bootcamp-reunion hormones, and him bootcamp-reunion plus just hormones. We did it backwards, but we did it. Courthouse, followed by a brief reception from the Wendy's Drive Thru, then on to pick up his Step-mom from work, since we had her car. Later that night we went to a movie, and then stopped at my parents' house to inform them of the goings-on that day. It was much less contention than trying to get the splintered sides of our families together for a momentous event. Corralling cats would have been easier and less stressful.
Tonight I was struck with the urge to bake my peanut butter chocolate chip cookies, and went with it. I actually had just enough ingredients to make it happen. So while he was off bleeding orange again, I baked. The temperatures are vastly cooler than last week's eighty degrees, so baking was not going to overheat the house. I planned on getting some cookies prepped in advance for the winter holiday baking frenzy I want to enjoy but never do. I scooped some of the batter out, and baked some cookies. The kids helped. As I tucked the clone into bed the timer buzzed and I told her I had to leave or the cookies would be burned. She said she likes them that way, which was met with "if I burn them you can have them after school tomorrow." The Beast likes burnt food too. I have weird kids and I'll be the first to tell you that.
I made one big cookie for the husband....and when I showed it to him he said "that's a big'un.
"It's yours"
"and it's not even burnt"
Welcome to the dark side. We have cookies.
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Happy Anniversary! I like my cookies undercooked - with the center still a little battery. Nobody else in my house does, so I never get to make them that way. I suppose it's probably not good for me either considering they usually contain egg.
OK, first of all you are like the third person with the new comment right under the blog thing and I am all like how the hell did you do that and...
Second of all...Holy Jesus jumped up sideways on a waffle iron!!! 14 years already! I feel old now. And so soon on the heels of the whole I'm a mother of a 5 year old shock to the system. You are trying to kill me aren't you. I know you are just secretly planning it.
It's been nice knowing you for more than half my life. I hope I get to be around to help you celebrate the 25th. Love you, bunches.
Oh..and the word vert? (which didn't go through) Was heman. ::snort::
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