seymouria

when i'm bored, i bake cookies. it's something i must've picked up from my mom. except she bakes pies as her stress relief.

this week's batch of biscuits were dinosawr-shaped sugar cookies. the dough turned out wonky, but the finished cookies were delicious.



so pretty.

my friend, marty, demonstrates that they were pretty tasty, too.


however, my dinosawr cookies are nearly extinct. i made soooo many of them. granted, i did pack some for munchies after last night's "seymouria's been completely sober for 2.5 weeks, we can't have that now, can we?" adventure and i have been snacking on them, but still, they are dieing off at a shocking rate.

i've found out why.

my roommate is a big hungry bear that eats everything. i guess the food rule is "if it's in the kitchen- it's fair game." i learned this after he drank my whole last quart of milk- even after i hid it so i could make french toast in the morning- and then i got back at him by drinking his orange juice for breakfast instead.

but he isn't even being humane about eating the cookies! he's breaking off the heads and legs and tails and leaving the blobbly brontosaur bodies, like that way i won't notice or something. OH THE CARNAGE!!!


the last dinosawr cookie and what's left of the next-to-last dinosawr cookie.

hmmm.... i should probably fight him.
who do you think would win?

>OR<

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