In the course of decorating four dozen volleyball cookies, I managed to do quite a number on my hands. This can only mean one thing; old age is right around the corner and all my joking about how my kids are going to be picking out my nursing home is coming to fruition.
Or, I need to invest in a larger bottle of Bufferin.
Anyway, the task shouldn’t have caused me quite so much distress but, the frosting just was not cooperating with me and a chore that should have taken an hour took almost two and a half and resulted in cookies that are not my finest work. I would be sad about that but, they are going to be eaten by four dozen teenage girls who are more focused on their last game, boys, texting, the latest episode of Gossip Girl or some combination thereof and, on a school bus no less so; I’m having a hard time getting worked up over the situation.
Besides, I have another four dozen cookies to decorate tonight and, with a few tweaks to the frosting recipe, I should be able to redeem myself and my mad frosting skilz.
Or, push myself completely into arthritis-land.
Either way, there will be cookies to eat.
Yet another reason to just pick up some cookies from Publix... or just do chocolate chip. That's my theory, anyway... ;)ReplyDelete