Today has been an emotional roller coaster for me. This morning I was feeling artsy, so I decided to go through my memory box and see what I could make using pieces from it. Well, this endeavor ultimately ended with me on the floor of my computer room weeping over things like old cards and funeral announcements. Of course, at this point, everything was all over the floor and I had to put it back in the box. As I was putting everything away I was just sobbing and texting Steve about how everything is so horrible and how sad I was. Please note, I am not actually sad and there is no reason for me to be sad. I am just feeling overly emotional today… Thank goodness for my most bestest of friends, Sarah, who told me to cry it out and go eat cookies. As you can see, she is my friend for a good reason.
I decided I would bake cookies. Baking cookies solves everything! You know what doesn’t solve anything, apparently? Googling recipes. If you do this, you could very well end up with a batter that resembles the consistency of clay. I, of course, started crying again and decided that I must save this recipe. Now, please picture this:
I am standing over the kitchen flour, covered with cocoa powder, crying my eyes out and just throwing condensed milk in to my batter while sobbing to my cat, “Harley! *sob* I have to fix it! *sob* Whhhhyyy is life so hard!? *sob*”
I have no clue what the final result of my kitchen disaster is. Cake perhaps? Possibly, fudge? I really don’t know. I can’t even give you a proper recipe since I just ended up haphazardly throwing things in the the bowl and stiring them in. I would say that whatever they are, they are about 30% tears.
Whatever they are, I ate 3 of them. Then I got sick.
Today is going just swimmingly.