Who's a Cookie?

Who knew?

If you bake brownies to take to a work dinner the next night, and you have to pull them in and out of the oven like four times to check them, head hovering over them, and then it takes you forever to cover the brownies with foil, head hovering over them some more...

and then you fall into bed later and wake up around 3:00 AM, not quite all there, you will groggily think...

"Mmrrmphh. Too hot. Too many blankets. And...what the heck? Why do I smell like a cookie?"


Of course, I am also the girl who, as she turned off the water in the shower this very morning, heard a "beep-beep" sound and, honest to goodness, the first thought in my head was, "There's a road runner in my house?"

Yeah, that was the start of the traffic report on the radio.

*sheepish grin*