I had a brilliant beyond brilliant idea for all of us to make a big, huge cookie for Ryan's birthday because we like him. People dropped like flies, but I was dedicated to this cause. All it took was constantly looking at the pictures of this massive cookie to get me motivated. After coercing Gibbs to get me chocolate chip cookies, I began making my delightful treat at the glorious hour of midnight. Stuck 'em in the stove. Neltje and I had a wonderful chat in the kitchen. I checked on my cookies for the fifteenth time only to see that not much was going on there; I turned off the stove, then turned it up again. And it clicked on. Dang the bad luck. Because I'm a little *special,* I put it in the oven but it didn't actually COOK for an hour. Finally at 1:45 they finished, and Neltje and I tried it. She commented, "Happy Birthday, Ryan; I'm trying to kill you." Nothing like sweet roommates to make you feel better about your cooking skills.
*~Giggle*~
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