Cover Me…

…I’m going in.

Yes, it’s that time again.  The crock pot is happily cooking our corned beef and cabbage, the children are finished with school, lunch has been eaten and I can no longer avoid making shamrock cookies.

I don’t know why I do this to myself.

I have a friend who is gifted in hospitality.  She has 6 children, homeschools and otherwise puts Martha Stewart to shame.  I was telling her all about how much I hate making sugar cookies, and I still make them a couple of times a year to torture myself make my children happy.  I’m just that kind of mom.  I let them watch a Rollie Pollie Ollie movie during the Disney Channel’s Movie Time Monday yesterday, instead of finishing school, too.  I so totally rock.

What was I saying?

Oh yeah, my friend, the super baker.  She thinks I might be rolling my cookie dough out too thin. She doesn’t live on base anymore, so I can’t have her just pop on over to show me how to properly roll out cookie dough. I’m pretty sure she’d do that for me, but she’s now 20 minutes away.  Some friend.  Just because her house had mold issues and rats in the backyard, you’d think she’d have stuck it out in anticipation of my cookie making needs.  Not so much.

So I’ve stalled long enough.  The children already caught me mixing up green dough, so there’s no turning back now.  If I survive, I’ll be back to tell you the last part of our Rite of Election Story.

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