Holy freaking crap.
2. School has started. Happy and not happy about it. See intro above.
3. Dave was fabulous as usual. I can't decide if I need to become a professional groupie, a back-up singer, or Dave's second wife. (He doesn't need to divorce the first one. I'm cool with that.)
4. The puppy is not ours and we're not keeping him. He belongs to my mother-in-law. She's in the middle of moving to a retirement community and we've had to face the fact that she has not trained Sammy at all. He's not housebroken. He has no manners. And just 10 minutes ago he ruined one of my sparkle flip-flops. In his first 18 hours in this house, he pooped and peed in the living room, chased the cat, stole a shin guard and howled for two hours during the night. He's really cute and sweet, but God help me, that woman had better get her act together and take him back soon.
Since when was sixth grade so hard? My 11-year-old is in tears every night over his homework. I think I'll run away from home. Any of you readers out there have a spare room, a night light and some warm blankets? I'll bring my own books.
The year started out so fresh and new, with him and Sarah heading off to middle school. And then he came home.
In addition to a hysterical sixth-grader, I have a defiant pre-schooler with a superiority complex, a gloomy husband, a howling/pooping/peeing puppy and...well, let me think on it. I'm sure I have more burdens at the moment.
Oh. And one pissed-off 17-year-old cat.
But, dear readers, even though it has been a month since my last posting, I HAVE been baking. Just not cookies. In the past 30 days I have baked 
three triple-layer chocolate cakes, two bundt cakes, a batch of brownies and six individual molten fallen chocolate cakes. And Sunday night, in honor of the 42-year-old's birthday, I finally baked peanut butter cookies. Again.
three triple-layer chocolate cakes, two bundt cakes, a batch of brownies and six individual molten fallen chocolate cakes. And Sunday night, in honor of the 42-year-old's birthday, I finally baked peanut butter cookies. Again. I didn't buy him a birthday present. Instead, he bought himself a buffer and a sewing machine. Don't ask.
To catch up on recent events:
1. The RV is a success. We love it. Especially in the rain, wind and cold. We passed the motorhome owner's test by taking DOWN the awning in the middle of the night. In high winds. In the dark. Yay us!
2. School has started. Happy and not happy about it. See intro above.
3. Dave was fabulous as usual. I can't decide if I need to become a professional groupie, a back-up singer, or Dave's second wife. (He doesn't need to divorce the first one. I'm cool with that.)
4. The puppy is not ours and we're not keeping him. He belongs to my mother-in-law. She's in the middle of moving to a retirement community and we've had to face the fact that she has not trained Sammy at all. He's not housebroken. He has no manners. And just 10 minutes ago he ruined one of my sparkle flip-flops. In his first 18 hours in this house, he pooped and peed in the living room, chased the cat, stole a shin guard and howled for two hours during the night. He's really cute and sweet, but God help me, that woman had better get her act together and take him back soon.
5. My calf-building project has failed. I'm returning my ass-kicking boots to Nordstrom this week and hope to find a pair of ass-kickers that actually fit, since, despite my calf workouts, I still don't fill the shaft. Shut up.
6. Farmville has given me a new purpose and passion for life.
I'm determined to get back on the cookie/blogging wagon. We just haven't been home much in the past month. Between motorhome trips, shopping-for-the-motorhome trips, cleaning the motorhome, unpacking the motorhome, getting ready for school, doing homework, going to parties (too much cake, not enough alcohol), and recovering from school, homework, parties and camping, there hasn't been time or energy.
But I have my eye on two hazelnut cookie recipes for the next two weekends. September is, after all, hazelnut month. One thing to be grateful for: With Christian's new schedule, I get to work an hour earlier every day. That's one more hour for trying to get a grip on my life. So tomorrow, I will use that hour walking to Whole Foods for hazelnuts. Once again, not a filbert to be found out here in the culinary backwoods of Western Washington.
You have my word. If there's not another new post by Sunday, I'll do a week's worth of accelerated pre-algebra homework.
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