There's nothing quite like digging through the freezer and finding home-made chocolate chip cookies that you forgot you had.
The joy of this discovery is offset somewhat by the knowledge that I pack these things in bags of twelve (they make great impromptu gifts when you forget someone's birthday) and the bag I found only had eight in it. One of my roommates has been sneaking cookies without sharing. I suspect Kermit.
In other news, I have a three day weekend, I bought a vice and a saw, and I did some really shoddy carpentry today. Later I plan on not getting my ass kicked by Wendy at Archery and eating artistically arranged portions of raw fish with Jason & Chantelle.
The joy of this discovery is offset somewhat by the knowledge that I pack these things in bags of twelve (they make great impromptu gifts when you forget someone's birthday) and the bag I found only had eight in it. One of my roommates has been sneaking cookies without sharing. I suspect Kermit.
In other news, I have a three day weekend, I bought a vice and a saw, and I did some really shoddy carpentry today. Later I plan on not getting my ass kicked by Wendy at Archery and eating artistically arranged portions of raw fish with Jason & Chantelle.