Lately, all I can think about is cookies. They just sound so delicious to me. My dear mother's delicious cookies, fresh out of the oven, which a glass of cold milk. Mmmmm :) I'm so hungry! Mom, if you're reading this, you want to send me another box, with those delicious chocolate cookies with the powdered sugar on top, and some chocolate chip. THANKS!
Adventure time. Last week, if you read Hairy Man's blog you'd know. But we had quite the smoky afternoon. One thing led to another and it ended up that I was home alone, in my room, when I heard a big crash. I didn't think anything of it, thought, "hmm Katey must me home." WRONG. About ten minutes later I started smelling something, wasn't exactly sure what it was. But Karey and Molly kept texting me to make them Chili-Mac. So I opened my door and a plume of smoke hit me. I ran downstairs and tried opening the door and all the windows, I almost died from smoke ventilation. I looked over at the stove and saw our cake sitting there, flaming! Who knew that a glass pan could explode and a cake could burn like that,I sure didn't. Finally got it all under control and it wasn't too bad. But I'm pretty sure that our apartment, and lots of my clothes are forever going to smell like I'm some kind of chain smoker... delicious...
So yeah. Off to sell my body again. And by that I mean, sell my plasma, good money!
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