So, I lead a very uneventful and boring life. And yet. I insist upon blogging about it...
The other day I told Shawn we were starting to look dumpy (please keep in mind that this is only an assessment from when we first started dating...it's the whole "Hey, I got you, now I have to stop working so hard to look hot").
He has taken this to mean that we both need to do daily push-ups, or pull-ups if we're out walking in the greenbelt (which, SUCK. I've got little chicken arms for a reason! Hel-lo!).
He has also taken this to mean no homemade chocolate chip cookies.
Of course, this isn't that much of a problem for me, as I dislike my chocolate chip cookies. However, the problem is that I LOVE the dough...and this is the main reason I make the chocolate chip cookies. FOR THE DELICIOUS, DELICIOUS DOUGH. And I hardly eat enough dough to equal more than 2 (or 6) actual cookies. But, of course, since he will horde away all the cookies and eat them all, it means I can't make the cookies.
But man, you shoulda seen his freak out when I suggested I make the cookies and then take them all to work.