Daughter Judy out sick for second day in a row, though it should have been a snow day. Called in myself, because...what're ya gonna do?
Flipped Parmesan omelet for breakfast for D.J. and myself, and now am proofreading a book that could have been commissioned by SarahPAC (Ms. Stalin's, I mean Ms. Palin's new political action team)—except it's a reprint! Something about the end of the world because the liberals took away all gun control; it's more than bothersome that masses of people demand this type of reading material, and further, that some previous writer, editor, and/or copy editor/proofreader never figured out how to use an apostrophe correctly. As in, "How many XK4000's are we going to make them wipe their asses with today, sir?"
Am going to try not to make chocolate chip cookies today, because I don't really need to eat them, but if I do—and I swear by the Toll House recipe—I use the old-fashioned version, from my day (when D.J. thinks there wasn't any electricity), which calls for 6 Tablespoons of granulated sugar and 6 Tablespoons of brown sugar (they call for dark, but I usually use light), not the respective 1/3 and 1/2 cups of sugar the recipe now dictates.
Changed my mind. I will take out my butter to let it get to room temperature.
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