uhh.

I’m supposed to make and frost sugar cookies tonight, and take my cat to the vet for booster shots that I’m convinced don’t really cost as much as I’m paying for them.

But I want my cat to know that I love her.  And what better way to say “I love you” than taking her to a strange place that reeks of other animals to have her fecal matter tested and needles stuck in her neck?  Yeah, I think she’ll feel the love.

I would also like to make social plans I have in mind a reality.  But if I can’t get those cookies cooled, rolled, baked and frosted, this may not be possible.  The cookies are stressing me out because I procrastinated making them, and I’m realizing that I don’t have half of the things needed for baking in my house.  Also, I’ve never ever made sugar cookies and frosting by myself in my entire life.

Yeah, brah.  I’m legit-ly stressed about cookies.

Maybe I’ll just go buy those pre-made sugar cookies that you find in really-difficult-to-open plastic containers at the front of grocery stores.  You know, the ones that taste like playdough that I don’t think anyone really eats other than my mother and I? 

It’s the thought that counts, I think. Though I’ve started to become more and more doubtful of that statement with age.

Will someone remind me to wash my hair and pluck my eyebrows before I fall into bed tonight?