Today I've felt all sluggish and useless and have wanted to be a kid, so I could just have milk'n'cookies and take a nap.
Mother was evil and bought double chocolate Milano cookies. She was further evil by leaving them out on the counter, open. (Yes, in my household that is the definition of evil.)
I also spotted rum in the pantry when I scanned for nibbles. I knew we had coke (gasp, soda, evilll). I combined the coke and rum; I grabbed some Milano cookies (without moving the Milano bag--evil).
It seems my plan is to replace the milk'n'cookies with rum'n'coke'n'cookies and the nap with cleaning. I have successfully tidied up my room quite a bit and completely re-made my bed, with more to do; I also need to get to that stupid bathroom...
My mother returned to the Milanos where she had left them. She saw the shot glass on the counter (from my rum-measuring) and the coke; she saw that the rum wasn't pushed as far back in the pantry as it had been. Apparently I was evil right back, because we both separately ended up with rum'n'coke'n'cookies.
Some universes get evil Voldemorts. Some universes get evil scrumptious cookies.
(For the record, 'cookie' is an incredibly odd word. My brain keeps going with 'biscuit' but they're called Milano cookies, so I'm a bit trapped there...)
I could put Glee on in 15 minutes. I wonder if I'll bother.
Mother was evil and bought double chocolate Milano cookies. She was further evil by leaving them out on the counter, open. (Yes, in my household that is the definition of evil.)
I also spotted rum in the pantry when I scanned for nibbles. I knew we had coke (gasp, soda, evilll). I combined the coke and rum; I grabbed some Milano cookies (without moving the Milano bag--evil).
It seems my plan is to replace the milk'n'cookies with rum'n'coke'n'cookies and the nap with cleaning. I have successfully tidied up my room quite a bit and completely re-made my bed, with more to do; I also need to get to that stupid bathroom...
My mother returned to the Milanos where she had left them. She saw the shot glass on the counter (from my rum-measuring) and the coke; she saw that the rum wasn't pushed as far back in the pantry as it had been. Apparently I was evil right back, because we both separately ended up with rum'n'coke'n'cookies.
Some universes get evil Voldemorts. Some universes get evil scrumptious cookies.
(For the record, 'cookie' is an incredibly odd word. My brain keeps going with 'biscuit' but they're called Milano cookies, so I'm a bit trapped there...)
I could put Glee on in 15 minutes. I wonder if I'll bother.
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