Well, What Do We Have Here?

Home baked cookies? Yay! But not so fast. There's more to this story...

Earlier this afternoon, I opened the oven door to find these guys sitting pretty on the top rack. You know, just chilling on a sheet pan minding their own business. No big deal. Only Reader, the last time I used the oven was Sunday. Today is Saturday. I must have returned these to the cool oven while cleaning off the kitchen countertop and then forgotten about them. Oops.

This shouldn't be too surprising. I seem to be doing all sorts of mindless things these days. For example, a few weeks ago, I finally put myself through the torturous process of buying new jeans. It was the most unfun time ever. But I did it! I brought those bad boys home, wore them exactly once, and that's the last I remember of them. I've combed through my closet three times now and still do not know where they are. The best I can guess is that I carelessly tossed them into the donation pile that I dropped off at Good Will the same week that I brought the new pair home. Somebody's probably pulling those jeans off a rack at the 23rd Street store right now as I type this.

I whined about the tragic state of my missing jeans for a week until my sister finally told me to knock it off. Good, solid advice. So I shut my trap and finally braved the retail scene again to procure a replacement pair. When I returned home today from this shopping endeavor and started to prepare lunch was when I opened the oven door and discovered these cookies.

If I'm not careful, one of these days I'm going to walk out of my building without shoes. Or worse yet, pantless and with a week-old cookie hanging out of my mouth.