January 10, 2008

Cookies

The husband is sick. So, tonight I made him cookies.

Except we didn't have all the supplies to made chocolate chip cookies. So, I went to the store for butter flavored Crisco (don't condemn me it's delicious) and chocolate chips.

Except we didn't have enough cash to buy the needed items. So, we went through the house for all of our change.

I drive to the store and walk in. I pick out the smaller and cheaper of the two choices of Crisco and the Nestle chocolate chips that are on sale. This takes about 2 minutes and I head to the self check out register where you scan your groceries all by yourself and pay by yourself (the machine takes pennies). It takes me awhile to put in the $5 worth of change. The woman behind me sighs. The check out assistant in charge of the self service registers stares at me. I keep putting in my change while apologizing for being one of "those" people. I go home.

I made the cookies. They are delicious. While we are feasting on our cookies the husband says he has done the same thing for beer. Which is worse? Being in line with only change for Crisco and chocolate chips or beer? I will remember this when I am sick the next time. I do hope the husband does.


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4 comments:

Stacey said...

I'll make you both feel better. I have made a late night run for frosting for cupcakes, eaten too many, thrown the rest in the trash out of shame then quietly snuck back to the trash can 20 minutes later to eat another. Aaaaannnnd my husband caught me. Shame. Shame. Hey, they were on top!!! Its not like they were covered in cat litter!

Unknown said...

That *does* make me feel better.
...about lots of things.

Seasonal Learner said...

Too funny Stac. I laughed and laughed when I read it. I can just see Aaron catching you.

Anonymous said...

Hi, I saw your comment on Beth's site and my heart when out to you when you mentioned struggling with Postpardem.

Five years ago, I had my first...also a boy. It was a long hard road, but God delivered me from my postpardem depression. I learned a lot through it all, as well.

Good news is that God doesn't "send" comfort. He "comforts"...meaning He manifests Himself right beside you to comfort you. It's an incredible feeling to know when you are down and look to Him for comfort.

Anyway, one of our siesta's actually has an online ministry devoted to PPMD at outofthevalley.org

You can also contact me if you need advice.

I will pray for you tonight.