Well, Lee and I just had a fight. What a surprise there. It was all about time, again. About how he is just such and inconsiderate bastard. But I don't want to elaborate. Kinda because I'm not sure how "right", I am and because I...just...don't want to.
Right now, I am updating my blog (obviously) and I just finished folding laundry. I am about to start a practice exam. Right after I finish changing the the next load.
You know, I try to be understanding, when it comes to Lee's demands and projects, but why would you take on extra stuff to do or make promises about deadlines while 1) you are a parent when time (Time? Time? What's that?) REALLY means nothing? And 2) I am taking a 4th level CGA course. I NEED time. I seriously need it. And then make ALL DAY plans, that does not involve you looking after Brandon, while I am in crunch mode for my final? I am pissed. Lee has just left, with his equipment, and Brandon is asleep upstairs. Only God knows how long that will be! I'm just fuckin' pissed right now! I really wish I could drink. I could use one.
On a lighter note, I made the best chocolate chip cookies, yesterday. Yes, they were really are the best. Ooeeey Gooeey Chewy cookies! Yum Yum! The cookies are still soft and just sweet enough. I had, maybe, a hand full of chocolate chips for cookies, but I didn't let that stop me. I used up some of my baking squares. I just chopped them up in my brand new food processor (from Christmas). It made some fine cookie crumble. The dough looked, literally, like cookie dough ice cream. It had big chunks, small chunks, some as big as your head. No! Just kidding! Lots of crumbs, which made the cookies looks like they have freckles. They are loaded with chocolate. That is all you need to know. Also, I used vanilla that was given to us by some friends of ours. They picked it up from Mexico. They claimed it was, "The best vanilla ever!" They weren't wrong. That vanilla made those cookies the best. But now, I am out of sugar and flour. But I have a cookies jar full of cookies.

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