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January 08 2010
52 Weeks, week 9...sweet noncompliance.
I made sugar cookies with cream cheese last week and they were so good, I ate them before I put icing on them. I think if Canada had won the gold in the Jr World Championship, I might have dyed the icing red, but since the team lost and these are makeup cookies anyway, I left the icing alone (cream cheese icing, too, btw). So you know, I'm giving about half these cookies to my upstairs neighbors for being awesome. They have a snowblower, their dog is cute and doesn't make any noise, they never blast music before 10am (and when they do, it's not country), they enjoy quiet and privacy as much as we do, and they don't scream during sex. This isn't a true apartment building, more like a house divided into an upstairs and a downstairs apartment, so sound carries more than it normally would. All in all, they're probably the greatest neighbors we could have asked for, and I want them to know that without seeming creepy. Cookies should work. Should I invite them to look me up on Facebook? Hm.
I made sugar cookies with cream cheese last week and they were so good, I ate them before I put icing on them. I think if Canada had won the gold in the Jr World Championship, I might have dyed the icing red, but since the team lost and these are makeup cookies anyway, I left the icing alone (cream cheese icing, too, btw). So you know, I'm giving about half these cookies to my upstairs neighbors for being awesome. They have a snowblower, their dog is cute and doesn't make any noise, they never blast music before 10am (and when they do, it's not country), they enjoy quiet and privacy as much as we do, and they don't scream during sex. This isn't a true apartment building, more like a house divided into an upstairs and a downstairs apartment, so sound carries more than it normally would. All in all, they're probably the greatest neighbors we could have asked for, and I want them to know that without seeming creepy. Cookies should work. Should I invite them to look me up on Facebook? Hm.
