Baked, not eaten.
Just a bad day. Nearly got sideswiped by a driver on a cell phone, another one ran a red light, and all of the checkout lanes at the grocery store were several people deep (including the cranky children). Not to mention the toilet is flushing itself at odd moments though the day. At least the cat did not bite my toes today.
Still, a bad mood. So what do I do?
Bake cookies!
Since I was wandering the grocery store waiting for another lane to open, I noticed that the chocolate chips were on sale ($1/pack!). Oh hell, might as well.
Hours later, I feel much better, and my co-workers will reap the benefits of my snit-fit:
12 dozen Ghiradellis (no extra flavors).
4 dozen orange (Toll House) chocolate chips cookies.
4 dozen mint (TH) chocolate chip cookies.
6 dozen white (TH) chocolate chip cookies.
Nothing like a constructive outlet for internal aggression. Better than road rage.
So how was YOUR day?
I’ll be right over!
Boring. I spent some time this morning trying to shove the photos for Wednesday’s ad through the internet to the nice lady at the newspaper. That was fun.
Then I sat around waiting for the phone to ring. It didn’t.
Then I spent the afternoon working on a Xmas present for one of the granddaughters. (A stained glass fairy night light. She’s seven.) I never realized before how bad I am with a soldering iron.
Then I made a quick run to the store to buy cheese and cereal.
I lead such an exciting life. :rolleyes:
Apart from the fact that I cannot eat the cookies (bariatric surgery = no sugar [and I am not going to pay $7 for 2 lbs of Splenda!]), I am doing much better, thank you for asking. Except I now have cocoa stains on my Formica countertop.
Oh, and I realized after baking all the cookies, I took a much closer look at the brand new measuring cups. What I thought was 1/3 cup is actually 2/3 cup. So people will really be sugared and cocoaed up. My neighbors thought they were pretty tasty mistakes.
I just like to make people around me happy. And filled up on cookies. 
Cookies: tastier than road rage, much less messy to clean up after, and no court costs.
