I’ve been feeling like total garbage for the last couple days, and I’m sure I don’t have to tell anyone reading this that I am a big time baby when I get sick. I still do everything that must get done, but I whine about it incessantly.
I blame the ibuprofen. (For me feeling like garbage, not the whining part.)
My ankle pain hasn’t gotten any better, so I’ve been taking the dose that the doctor recommended and I almost lost my lunch yesterday at work. Literally. I was in the bathroom….and let’s just say that things were touch and go for a good 15 minutes in there.
This kid really likes bacon. Maybe he should buy some Bacon Salt, which is absolutely a thing. A thing that I have on my spice shelf right this very minute.
I’ve been dutifully RICE-ing also, but my ankle bones are still MIA and the pain….well, let’s not even talk about it.
My point, and the reason that I am bringing this up at all, is that I was going to post an awesome cookie recipe today, but now I’m feeling barfy and tired and to be perfectly honest….kind of crabby.
Now do you get the title of this post? Still no? Read it again. Slowly. Enunciate the first part….there you go!
But the cookies will come! I’ve got the recipe all cued up, ready to be typed and the pictures are…..crap. I forgot to take pictures.
Maybe that was intentionally unintentional? Guess I have to make more this weekend. More Peanut Butter Brownie Cookies? Don’t mind if I do.
Yeah. I went there. Peanut Butter. Brownie. Cookies. Oh, did I go there.
And I ate every.single.one.
And I’m going to do it again. Watch me.
What are your weekend plans? I’ll be on my couch, RICE-ing, between cookie baking and ready-ing my room to be painted. I’m wild.