So my in-laws are coming for Easter, and I always like to have a treat or two on hand to snack on. I decided to make the Peanut Butter Snookies I posted a few weeks ago. The most terrible thing happened.
Apparently, just the smell of the cookie batter, causes a sharp spike in bad-mood levels.
Let me explain. I was minding my own business, making cookies, when Ruby waltzed in….
RUBY: Hey mom, can I have one?
ME: No, I thought I’d eat this whole batch myself.
RUBY: I don’t think you should be in this family anymore.
I know, it’s hard to believe coming from such a demure young lady. But to add some salt to the wound, later on when I was recounting the scene for my mom, this happened.
ME: …and she said, “I don’t think you should be in this family anymore.”
MY MOM: Haha.
ME: (To Rubes) So who’s going to make you peanut butter cookies if I’m not in this family anymore?
RUBY: Well, you can just make the cookies, then go.
MY MOM: Hahahaha!
ME: (Under breath through clenched teeth) Thanks for the support MOM.
The love abounds around here. Sheesh. Let’s just say that I am dreading puberty more than Joey from the New Kids on the Block did. Wish me luck.