You all know I'm a regular domestic Goddess in the kitchen...wherever the hell that's located.
Since Mike South is going to have back surgery, I'm busy whipping up a batch of
his favorite cookies to mail him. Yes, nothing says "I love you" like a splooge cookie.
Ewwwww. Creeps me out every time I look at that link. I will never be able to eat sugar cookies with
icing again....well, without thinking "EWWWW---hey, these are gooooood...."
Stacey, feel free to steal that recipe so you can whip up a batch for your hubby with your new mixer....LOL! It would definitely make a memorable Valentine's Day gift...
My boss's hearing aid isn't working properly and she had the TV on so loudly Sunday that my head hurt.
When my co-worker came in to relieve me, I said, "I could have been assaulted in
the next room and she never would have heard a word."
I was watching some of the Simpsons last night and Marge was feeling depressed because she felt she wasn't doing anything worthwhile.
She was watching "Opal" (Oprah) while doing housework and the topic was "Women who didn't waste their lives being mommies." LOL!
Homer started selling ice cream and Marge was making artwork out of popsicle sticks. She said, "Homer, I'm as hopeful and full of love as I was in
in the years before I met you!"
Later when Homer accidentally destroyed all of her artwork, Homer yelled, "Well, excuse me for having enormous flaws that I don't work on!"