i basically spent the weekend driving a truck (like this one) to philly and back with dan. it's about a 9 hour drive, give or take an extra hour for getting lost. we drove the truck to philly to help his sister ginny move home. it was exhausting, but so good to finally meet her. and i am excited to have her living in the area so i can get to know her.
so we survived the weekend in the penske truck. we didn't even attempt to kill each other and ended up laughing most of the last hour of the drive home.
oh yeah, i forgot about the cookies. here's is the cookie story, part II: in my stubborness, i decided to try another batch of cookies friday night. they turned out perfect and i frosted them too. they looked like something out of a magazine, and it worried me. before we left for philly i put some in a baggie to bring on the trip. when i went to get them out of my travel bag, they were crushed, some into almost a fine powder. i just looked at the bag of crumbs and said, "now THAT'S what my cookies should look like!" and all felt right in the world.
i am so NOT martha stewart, but i'm gonna try stacy's parchment paper idea the next time....
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but i like your tupperware idea! pure genius!!1
Also, I'm not sure you are worthy of tupperware. I seem to recall an incident in which you smashed my sandwich with your fist because you said sandwiches carried in lunch bags should be squished, not perfectly preserved like the one I had lovingly removed from my tupperware container. I think the right to use tupperware is something you earn through having proper respect. do you respect the tupperware lady?
and how is it that everybody you know is a really good cook except for you?
also, the duchess fails to inform y'all that i packed her lunch for her once or twice, and even included a magical tiny orange.
the bag sat on my desk all day. and he kept bothering me. so finally i picked up the bag, and stood up. i looked right at him, dropped the bag to the ground, and crushed the pretzels with my foot.
he looked so shocked. and all i could do was laugh and laugh.....
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