You know you read too many blogs when...
... you dream about reading a blog post in which a popular blogger reveals that she's just made piping hot, hot-out-of-the-oven snickerdoodle cookies. You somehow find out where she lives, and pass by her house, where she just happens to be closing the front door as you walk by. She sees you when the door is halfway shut, but keeps shutting it anyway. You knock, kind of embarassed. She answers it out of politeness, but looks like she's bothered.
"May I have a cookie?"
"Um... I'm sorry, but no. I made them for a party I'm going to."
I can see into her house and see her family laying on the bed. The bed is in the family room - Charlie and the Chocolate Factory style.
I'm really bummed about the cookie, and turn away.
1 comment:
you would never read that on my blog because im the worst cook ever.
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