Every now and then I get the urge to do something so irresponsible, so terrible, so self abusive, that I wish someone would beat me over the head with a Dobson book screaming "No, you fool! IT'S NOT WORTH THE PAIN!!!"
That's right; I'm baking with the kids.
I have these visions of a Norman Rockwellesque bonding experience, but it almost immediatly degenerates into whing, screaming, open weeping...and then there's the noise the kids make! They fight, and push, and eat the raw dough, and lick the measuring spoons...ERG! They sit and pick little bits out of the formed cookies to test, then cry when their cookies come out of the oven looking like they've had small pox.
I JUST CAN'T STAND IT.
3 comments:
You are so funny! You could be the next Erma Bombeck. I hope by tomorrow the baking memories will be happier. ;-)
I feel that way about doing big shopping with Blondie...don't know how you do it....
Oy! Are you still alive?
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