We crawled Pinterest on the eve of All Hallows’ Eve to make some themed snacks to take to work.
Skeletons climbing from their grave (marshmallow head, yogurt covered pretzels, oreo + frosting to keep them together and icing to make the face)
Witches’ brooms (Stick pretzels, string cheese, and (home-grown) chives)
They were a bit time-consuming to make but it was fun to spend time together making the snacks.
The pretzels and Oreos got a little soft being in the fridge or out in the open. You might stick the pretzels in at the last second.
I hole-hardedly agree, but allow me to play doubles advocate here for a moment. For all intensive purposes I think you are wrong. In an age where false morals are a diamond dozen, true virtues are a blessing in the skies. We often put our false morality on a petal stool like a bunch of pre-Madonnas, but you all seem to be taking something very valuable for granite. So I ask of you to mustard up all the strength you can because it is a doggy dog world out there. Although there is some merit to what you are saying it seems like you have a huge ship on your shoulder. In your argument you seem to throw everything in but the kids Nsync, and even though you are having a feel day with this I am here to bring you back into reality. I have a sick sense when it comes to these types of things. It is almost spooky, because I cannot turn a blonde eye to these glaring flaws in your rhetoric. I have zero taller ants when it comes to people spouting out hate in the name of moral righteousness. You just need to remember what comes around is all around, and when supply and command fails you will be the first to go. Make my words, when you get down to brass stacks it doesn’t take rocket appliances to get two birds stoned at once. It’s clear who makes the pants in this relationship, and sometimes you just have to swallow your prize and accept the facts. You might have to come to this conclusion through denial and error but I swear on my mother’s mating name that when you put the petal to the medal you will pass with flying carpets like it’s a peach of cake.
We made these chocolate chip cookies last night.
I think they look like Thing from Fantastic Four. They were good though. Thing would be a whole different kind of Cookie Monster. “It’s cookie clobberin’ time! Om nom nom nom!”
We just went through a week of Mondays. There was at least one thing every day that made it “feel like a Monday”. Non-functioning microwave, cracked phone, work, class stuff, late nights, and just a lot of things going on. Let’s not do it again. Sadly, Monday may have been the best day of the week.
This is the first week of the semester. I started projects (a client’s website redesign) and set goals (reading a few books) and spent my time (volunteered for book sale prep at the Library) too much for the month between the Summer and Fall semesters. Despite that, I still feel like I managed to relax pretty well (watched way too much TV, played even more L4D2, played basketball, ran) in the gap.
Wish me luck with this semester.