I made them, I can pout about them

I made cookies tonight. Cookies should make one happy. I. Am. Not. Happy. I was so excited to make this recipe. I have been looking for something similar since I was a kid. I'm starting to think I really dreamed up these cookies from my childhood. They are a soft, buttery, melt-in-your-mouth type of cookie and if that's not awesome enough, the centers are filled with creamy milk chocolate. The cookies I made tonight... *sigh* they are nothing like that. I had to drink half a glass of water after ingesting one of these tiny bits of food poisoning to keep from choking they were so dry. And the chocolate in the middle? Couldn't even tell it was there. I even drizzled vanilla icing over the tops and they still weren't to my liking. Jasmine on the other hand, had six in a row. Sorry kid, this is the first and last time I will be making them. I have been searching the interwebs for an hour now trying to find my recipe. If it's not out there, I will create it the damn cookie myself. In my searches for the chocolate filled cookie from heaven, I have found a skillet cookie that I think I'll make for dessert tomorrow after we eat dinner with my mom. It's a Martha Stewart recipe... usually you have to tweak Martha's recipes to make them have... uhm, flavor but this one looks to be on the up and up.

I get to keep the foot. :) There is nothing wrong with me other than the fact that I need to watch where the hell I'm stepping (apparently even if I have shoes on) and wash my boo-boos like a good girl. I think the lines that were spreading from the puncture were indeed from the pink paintballs that me and Jasmine had been smooshing with our feet since most of it had faded by morning. (and yes I tried to wash the stuff off the night before but it wouldn't budge, which is why I feared death by massive infection)

Jasmine goes to the doctor tomorrow. She just found out about the appointment today. She is not what you'd call pleased. The day after the fourth, she got this rash and has been itching ever since. I've had it with being woken up in the middle of the night to her trying to scratch the flesh from her hand and made her an appointment on Friday. I figure they'll just take a look at it and then tell me to put some cream on it. (I've tried the over the counter stuff) And wouldn't you know it, she hasn't itched it once tonight. Even if it's better tomorrow, she still needs to go as she gets canker sores in her mouth at least once a month and some of them can be monsters.