March 30, 2006


I planned that blog title to be a public service announcement for those of you who, like me, live with a 9 year old boy who owns a whoopie cushion. Be careful where you sit, I was going to say to you, and careful what you believe today.

April Fool's day may very well be my son's favorite holiday. Since there is no way to avoid getting hooked like a trout about 1,000 times on April the Oneth, I had pre-resigned myself to my fate, especially since his friend Nick gave him THE GREAT BIG PRACTICAL JOKE KIT for his birthday. THANKS, NICK!

I had PLANNED to be a good sport, but let me tell you, this morning when I deliberately lowered my bare foot in my son's plastic vomit so I could pretend to be grossed out, only to discover my son was still asleep and it was, instead, the cat's NON-plastic vomit.... yeah that's kinda set a TONE for today. Heh. The tone was "Horrified Shrieking punctuated by gagging." It only got better when my kid came down the stairs and I said, "Son, do you know what TODAY is?" And he thought for a second and said, "Yeah. Thuursday, March 30th." Oh. Right. SO, disregard the title of this entry. Me, I am sitting here dandling my foot in a bucket of bleach and DYING to change the subject....

SCOTT is out of town and the two things I long to tell you about I cannot tell you about because I need either the DIGITAL CAMERA which he took with him, or a file off my LAPTOP, which he took with him. SO. He comes home this afternoon...I will try to post again later when I have the needed objects in my possession.

OH -- listen, I ate the universe's most beautiful and delicious thing. They were these COOKIES I got off a blog I read...The only thing I did differently was, instead of using chocolate chunks, I took a big bar of Ghirardelli dark chocolate still in it's wrapper and whanged at it with a meat tenderizer until it was all in pieces and mixed THAT in. Seriously, GO FORTH AND BAKE THESE. If these cookies don;t move you to grateful tears, you may very well have no soul.

I truly enjoy the blog by the way. I found it via a link from the late great Chez Miscarriage, a blog I STILL link to in the hopes it will return. Ah well, make the cookies, and read this chick's blog a little. I'm not pimpin' a friend here---I've never spoken to her or even left a comment. I just enjoy her writing.

Posted by joshilyn at March 30, 2006 6:58 AM

So this could be like your own little GROUNDHOG DAY! all week long?

Posted by: Cele at March 30, 2006 11:22 AM

At least it wasn't poop? If that helps? Which I doubt?

Posted by: Amy-GO at March 30, 2006 2:06 PM

Thanks for the blog recommendation Joss! I LOVE the stupid thing and will have to add it to the list, along with yours, that I look at every freaking day. And woe that I gave up sugar a month ago and can't bake the life-changing cookies!

Posted by: Jenn at March 30, 2006 2:45 PM

"I've never spoken to her or even left a comment. I just enjoy her writing."

Hey, that's why I read yours!

Posted by: Ray Devine at March 30, 2006 9:49 PM

Those cookies sound too decadent for words! My partner keeps making cookies from scratch to send to her brother in the sandbox. Maybe she'll make this for him next time. Provided I'm kept far, FAR away from the dough and/or the finished product!

Cats can leave some of the most
repulsive "presents", can't they? Cats and some small boys, now that I think about it.

Remember, Peach, you don't really have to worry about April Fool's until Saturday. Enjoy tomorrow while you can!

Posted by: Fran at March 30, 2006 11:34 PM