If there was an award for the most uneventful weekends, then I’d probably win the trophy. Hands down. I spent Friday night coding a client site, watching Dateline NBC mystery shows, and baking cookies (yes, I’m pretty much an 80 year old). All I was missing was my knitting needles and yarn and I would have been set. Sometimes I question if I am in fact a retired soul living in a twenty-something body, but then I remember that I’m going to a One Direction concert next weekend and I think that knocks me back down to 12 years old. It’s a mystery I have yet to solve.
Another true mystery is
who stole the cookies from the cookie jar why warm chocolate cookies need milk. Scream for milk. Beg for milk. As someone who is not the biggest fan of the stuff, I can’t deny the fact that milk needs cookies and cookies need milk. And when they’re not together, something is definitely missing.
Milk Bottle Labels printed on Cardstock Paper // Scissors or Exacto Knife
Double-Sided Tape // Paper Straws // Jars
Luckily the mystery is easy to solve and the milk jars are usually able to track down a cookie to befriend. Which usually isn’t the case of my Friday night mystery show marathons. At least with the missing cookie mystery, I don’t have nightmares for the entire next week. Only sweet dreams of the next Friday night when I can do it all over again.