Today it was cold and rainy. I don’t mean like a little drizzle. I mean RAINY. Like the dog just holds his bladder all day rather than get soaked while peeing. Like our garbage cans of sticks that we put out to the curb on Sunday nights are 10 pounds heavier with rain water. Like you don’t want to get out of your sweatpants and Snuggie for at least 8 hours.
So we spent the day curled up on the couch watching Locke and Key on Netflix with the dog stretched out between us.
Around 5pm my husband decides he has a hankering for moon cookies. A bad hankering, apparently because he’s considering going out in the wet and the cold during a pandemic to get said moon cookies. Then, in a move much more characteristic of me, than him, he decides we can make moon cookies.
And so we did.
Fortunately I was on hand to stop him from making 30 moon cookies for just the two of us, and to preheat the oven because he forgot, and to add the baking soda that he didn’t think he needed.
I obviously made him do the rest. Including the dishes.