The thirteen hour post.

I arrived to work this morning, on time (miracle), at six a.m. At seven a.m., I started writing. At seven p.m., I scrapped the whole thing and decided to start over.

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 Jerk Husband gave me shit for being sick and cranky, but then I thought... for a Monday? That might be a little, um, heavy.

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.)