What better to follow up my night of 100 degree fever, Yuengling, Nyquil, and Delsym than to rally the troops? And by rally the troops I mean promptly wake up the next morning, run 4 miles on the treadmill, cough up my 7th or 8th lung (i am running out of them), and then bake up a batch of the best cookies in the universe. Why were the best cookies in the universe even necessary? Because I had a Post-Holiday Belated Celebration of all Things Work-Related and I need an excuse to put on my Sassy Pants and Sassy top and just shake what my Momma gave me.
fyi: that is a freaking s’more baked inside a chocolate chip cookie. Get some. What what. I may or may not be the Next Great American Baker.
Don’t let the “professional” in “healthcare professional” fool you. “Professional” is also another word for “i like to eat awesome amounts of food, have a drink or two, sit around and admire a house i’ll never have, and listen to songs about cheese and dropping deuces”. My night. Illustrated in pictorial fashion.
After a night of all kinds of crazy, heavy on the fun, light on the lemon drops, and avoidance maneuvers of the mushrooms…I was just happy to fall asleep next to my best friend.