miffy

The cookies are done and the one with the metal pan lodged somewhere unmentionable is making dinner and doing the dishes. You can only run so far when you live together - which is good in that he can't get away when punishment awaits him, but it means I'm stuck being around when it's boy-pms time.

I would send you all cookies if I knew where you lived! You all deserve them much more...

I have art homework to do before we go make the trek to get raw oysters for my parents...