Well I don't know why I came here tonight, I got the feelin' that somethin' ain't right

I made like fifty pounds of molasses cookies yesterday, which is pretty darn sweet. Except then I remembered we don't have anything even resembling a cookie jar, so now there's a stack of noodles containers full of cookies just kind of hangin' out on the counter. Pretty classy. Plus it took me over two hours to do it because we only have one dinky little cookie sheet so I could only bake six cookies at a time. And my arm almost fell off at least twice. Creaming shortening and sugar by hand kind of sucks. A lot.

BUT I HAVE PILE OF COOKIES NOW HURRAH

And just to make things even more exciting, right in the middle of everything Mara calls to tell me that Erik and his mom are coming over to see the apartment. OHHHH NOOOO

So I spent five frenzied minutes whacking flour dust out of my black skirt and running from room to room picking up this and straightening that and kicking things under other things and scooping that junk into a drawer and turning off Reservoir Dogs and generally doing my very best frenzied '50s housewife imitation and had just gotten back to cookie preparations by the time the door opened.

QAPLA!