I spent last night with my Mother making cookies. I got to roll out the dough with the wooden roller thing and place them on the cookie sheet.
After staying up till 3 in the morning helping her, what is my thanks?
Another murder attempt on my life perhaps?
Of course, its right before Christmas. She needs to start eliminating family members off her Christmas shopping list so she can keep the money for herself.
"Try my cookie"
"I am not hungry"
"No, go ahead try the cookie, just a little bite."
" I will try it later."
"I just want to know how it tastes. Try just a bite"
"Fine, which one?"
"Try the square ones I baked this morning."
I take a bite of a cookie. My Mom stands uncomfortably close to me and she is looking at me intently.
"How is it?"
"Does it taste strange?"
"No. Why? What did you put in it?"
She starts laughing hysterically.
"Mother what did you put in the cookie?!"
She doesn't stop laughing.
"What is in the cookie, woman?!"
"Dad, your wife is trying to kill me, again!"
"Did she try to give you her special tea?"
"No, a cookie."
"She tried to give me one. I am on the Christmas list too."
After laughing for five minutes straight she finally answered.
"Well, you know how I have that big bottle of vanilla extract. Well, it looks just like that new organic kitchen cleaner bottle."
"You fed me household cleaner?"
"Yes, but its organic. It shouldn't hurt you"
"Are you planning on serving the cookies?"
"Well if they taste alright and you’re not dead in the morning, I don’t see why I can’t serve them."
She must have a long shopping list. She is killing in bulk this year.
Blondes should know better than eat sweets!