Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Morning Light In the Little House and Things To Do


I have been up early finishing some bill paying, a bit of cleaning and list making. I'm getting ready to make my once (I hope) weekly trip to the stores. One of the few department stores I shop at (mostly due to it's close proximity to home) is going out of business--it's a sign of the times. They are one of the few places that sell bedding where you can buy single sheets rather than sets. They're having a sale, and it will be a long damn time before I buy more sheets, so before they close their doors, I will buy one top sheet, two king sized pillow cases, a new bra, some undies, and some winter boots.

While I'm in Sugar House, the location for this particular shopping trip, I'll go to Big Lots, to buy some cookie tins for mailing cookies to Phillip. (Since I have become your cookie making, care-package sending friend, you might want to tone down the snark a tad dear.)

And my last stop, out in the world today will be the grocery store to buy chocolate chips, more flour, more butter, and more organic vanilla for your cookie loving pleasure. Are you listening dear? I'll also try to find a box I don't have to buy to pack this care-package up for shipping.

Once home from this adventure, I'll spend what's left of the day baking cookies and getting Phillip's cookies tinned and packed and taken to Kinkos where they have a Fed Ex center for shipping these cookies to Phillip. So next time you have something harsh to say to me, please remember who bakes your cookies.

6 comments:

sitenoise said...

Did you really mean to post this?

This doesn't sound like something you want to do. Cookies are supposed to be made with love. Abort.

Randal Graves said...

I can imagine making a cookie with hate if I was sending it to, say, Cheney.

Mmm...arsenic...

Now I want a cookie and all I've got are leftover Reeses from Halloween.

Utah Savage said...

Where in this post is hate? All I asked for was a little less snark. What I hate to do is shop. So when I shop I try to do it all at once. I don't like to clean house, but when I do it I try to get it all clean. I Love the person I'm making cookies for, I just wish all the elements would magically appear. I love the actual baking. But the driving, the shopping crowds, the cold outside, the hot inside. And the frustration of looking for a simple thing like a bra that fits, and not being able to find one that I like and having to pay thirty bucks for a basic fucking bra. So I left home in a bad mood and I returned in a bad mood. I'll fix myself a snack, have a smoke, and a cup of tea, and I'll be fine. I promise I will not bake until I have love in my heart.

an average patriot said...

The place looks very comfortable and you to do's sound comforting too! I hope you eat your share of those comforting cookies while they are hot!

Utah Savage said...

Thanks man, all I need is the occasional pat on the head. That and the right medications.

linda said...

your place looks so cozy...eat cookies, watch tv, drink tea and sleep til spring...