Allow me to tell you something, mes petits legumes,
Life is currently not the bowl of peanut butter cups it promised to be, I woke up this morning and realized my dear, dear Common Sense had packed its bags and left for greener pastures.
Was it perhaps something I did? Something I said?
Oh please come back, Common Sense, since you took away my ability to tell a good idea from a bad idea to the sunny island of Hahaheeheehoohoo, I am unable to function like a normal human being. I have already made several grave errors involving phone calls and things better left unsaid, not to mention baking cookies when you haven't slept in eleven billion days other than a few minutes. (For Jesus will pick just thát time to strike you down with extreme fatigue and you will pass out and wake up an hour and a half after putting the cookies in the oven to a whole lot of smoke and no cookies.)
I know what you are thinking, and well, I'm thinking it too.
Did that crazy girl just blame Jesus for a kitchen fire and burnt cookies?
Did she mean Jesus our savior or Hey-Zeus her gardener?
Well, as of yet I don't have a gardener (or a garden for that matter). But if I did his name would be Jesus. And he would lovingly tend to my garden everyday I'm sure.
And now here I am, left to dispose of the evidence of what was once mistaken to be a good idea, but which I’m pretty sure is commonly considered as being a pretty bad idea.
I really, really wanted those cookies, can you tell?
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Maybe your Common Sense just needed a small vacation. Mine does from time to time. No warning, no nuthin. They tend to just up and leave. =(
What kind of cookies were they?
Why, chocolate chip of course!
Oh, sorry. Don't like chocolate; I know, that is the strangest thing ever!
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