I was going to start with a lengthy description of my runny nose and tell you how I spent the entire weekend with a tissue jammed up each nostril while The
So, how about some photos of a fourteen-year-old girl and a cookie recipe instead?
Yesterday, despite my dripping snot, I got in some shots of J for this week's I Heart Faces contest. Here's the photo I decided to submit:
And here are some runner-ups. Just for fun.
I couldn't get happy with the colors in this one (they just seemed off), which is why I eventually went the black and white route. I refused to give up on this photo because I'm waving at you in her eyes. See me?
And speaking of eyes. Hello gorgeous. (Is there a plural for "gorgeous?")
I made these cookies last week.
I made them at the same time as The Lemon Bars and I never thought I'd say this, but, of the two, it's not the cookies I can't stop thinking about.
Although, they were delicious and are definitely worth the effort. But don't make the same mistake I did. I used a bag of pre-chopped toffee pieces. Go through the extra trouble of buying the chocolate-covered toffee bars and chop them up yourself. Mine were good, but that extra step would have sent them over the edge. (Here's the complete recipe.)
I didn't get a chance to make anything this past weekend in between blowing my nose, trying to get some sleep, and watching 48-hours of nonstop Food Network. Which is totally my idea of a good time, minus the sick part.
And can someone please explain why it's okay for a man to be cranky when he's sick, but not for a woman? No, when a woman is not feeling well and wants to be left alone to sleep, that, according to The Husband, means she hates him and wants a divorce. (Well, I will if you don't let me get some effing sleep.)
No, a divorce right now certainly wouldn't do. Did I mention we were recently approved for a home load? I mean, home loan. (I thought about backspacing, but I thought "home load" seemed kind of fitting.) The Husband and I have the money, now all we need is the house. Which we'll begin looking for just as soon as I can step foot outside my front door without having to worry about a chapped nose and leaking snot.
(You're welcome for that image.)