Where's My Cookie?

Okay, so dinner was delivered this evening by a good friend of the family….Mr. Pizza Hut. Yeah we got up on that pepperoni stuffed crust ---been wanting pizza for 2 weeks. Mr. B. was stuck in traffic coming home from across the bridge. So, the boys and I were hungry we went ahead and placed our order. I worked last night so I was a little tired and I had done some laundry and mopped a few floors before I went to sleep. So with that being sad… the title – “Where’s My Cookie”. Comes from just this – we were sitting on the living room floor watching – Private Practice and the kids asked for desert. I said sure we have those cookies that can be thrown in the oven and baked.

 

They were excited…. So, being tired from working all night long (while Mr. B) was sleeping and cleaning after that I asked if he would put them in the oven. He stated that he was comfortable on the floor and that he didn’t want to get up. So okay – at that point I was a little p/o. because it was my resting time for work approx. 7:25 p.m. and I had to be to work at 12 midnight.

 

I got up and put 2 cookies each in the oven for me and the boy’s…. oh lawd, Mr. B realized that there was no cookie for him and was not happy about that. I figured if he didn’t want to cook them he was resting then he would be too tired to eat one. Am I wrong? Even if you think I am – guess what? I cater to everyone in my house – sometime I would like to be catered to. End of story! Candi ~ out.