Have a cookie

I baked chocolate chip cookies this week and Evan helped--he loves the mixer. I made them partly as penance for my bitchiness, and partly because they're just a tasty treat. I have to say they've been a very good bedtime snack with a glass of milk.

It's Girl Scout cookie time, and I've yet to see any Girl Scouts around. I want some Thin Mints and Tagalongs, dammit. If I were a Girl Scout now, I'd set up a booth outside my OB's office. There's good traffic, and over half the people there are always starving and looking for chocolate. You could make a killing.

It's still snowing here, for something like the sixth straight day. I know we had it really good in January and I shouldn't complain, but I'm sick of it already. Evan and I have cabin fever, and waddling around in the snowy yard just isn't helping. If it doesn't let up soon, I cannot be held responsible for whatever destruction occurs inside my home.

Nothing else of note is going on here. Evan is fine, I'm still pregnant, and that's about all there is to it. These last few weeks of winter always really drag, and my current state of mind isn't helping matters any. I think those bears have the right idea--what we all need is a long winter's nap. And some more cookies.