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    Cookie Dough
    Last night Miss Boo and I made chocolate chip cookies. Actually we took already cut out heart shaped cookies from the package and baked them. I relayed this info to three different people and got the same query...what do you do with the extra dough?



    Ummm, it's chocolate chip cookie dough people! What do you think you do with it?

    Sheesh! Hasn't anyone ever heard of chick comfort food?

    Sorry, Kiddo
    Abby just called. Her parents (who were throwing the party) both have the flu. No party. Happy freakin birthday.

    Sixteen Candles
    Geez, I can't even believe that movie is on tonight. I was just referencing it today. I called my friend Abby to make sure she was going to be home after work today. She's been off most of this week due to the death of her grandmother. The viewing was on Wednesday and the funeral was yesterday.

    Yesterday was also Abby's thirtieth birthday. I happen to know she scheduled today to be off in preparation for the humongo hangover she was anticipating. Sorry, gal. She said most of yesterday really wasn't so bad until an aunt realized what a suck-ass birthday Abby must be having. The aunt made such a big deal over it that Abby really did end up feeling understandibly sorry for herself.

    Yea, a lot like Sixteen Candles. I mean, my god, didn't anyone realize that Ginny was planning a wedding on Sam's birthday?

    Well, there is a party in the works for Abby tomorrow, so hopefully the milestone birhtday will turn out well. I was telling her about my twenty-first birthday in an effort to cheer her up. That summer I was working as a counsellor at a sleep away camp in Pennsylvania. It just so happened that we were pretty close to the New York state line where the drinking age was 19 so I'd been getting served most of the summer which was good since during the week of my actual birthday we were in color wars and the camp was sealed. Happy momentous birthday to me.

    Anyhow, I hope everyone has a great weekend. The last one in a long-ass, grey month. Here's cheers to February.

    Is it January?
    I'm so fucking tired all the time. I'm hearing the same thing from lots of people around here. I lay awake in bed trying desperately to sleep and when I finally do, I wake several times during the night. Then, of course, I can't seem to get my sorry ass out of bed in the morning when the alarm goes off. By three in the afternoon I'm wiped and all I can do after work is veg. Then bedtime and the whole cycle begins again.

    I can hardly wait until real daylight dawns again.