Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Why Cookie Dough is the Devil (and other glad tidings)

What a difference a month can make! Dad's surgery was a success and the results came back with an affirmative that they caught all of it with the surgery and no chemo or anything else is needed. Just periodic check-ups. Sigh of relief. Then the house sold and the closing date is May 1st...right in the ideal time frame to start building. Another sigh of relief. What does that mean now? Well, I have been packing every night and taking stuff to storage. Brian has been getting all the contractors, plumbers, etc lined up and taking care of permitting and stuff like that. We rented an apartment for a month which Brian is in but I prefer to stay with friends and occasionally will go to the apartment (my snobby side doesn't really want to stay in that place cause it isn't exactly paradise, but what do I expect for a month by month apartment). Then once the driveway is in, we will bring up the camper and live in that for the summer during building. I'll move into the camper after school is out and after mom's surgery. Oh yes, that's right. Now I'll be playing nurse for my mom as she gets a hip replacement. So that puts me in Hayward for the first few weeks after school is out. Probably for the best that I'm not around to see the framing of the house. I imagine that would cause lots of anxiety since I'd have no clue what was happening.

And what about the cookie dough you ask? Well, after moving yet another load this evening, I realized I had to bring treats for an after school thing tomorrow. I have nothing left in my kitchen so I bought a pre-made tub of dough. BAD idea. A tub of dough...what did I think would happen? Did I really think I'd get 36 cookies like the tub suggests? Ummm, looking more like 30 if I'm lucky.