It’s sure hard to concentrate on work issues, between checking the latest snow reports, arranging for neighbors to pick up our mail, and notifying the newspaper to hold our deliveries for a week.
Making matters worse, yesterday was cookie baking day. When I got home from work the kitchen had dozens of still-warm (let’s see if I can get this right...) Oatmeal Wheat Germ Chocolate Chip Cookies (Yea!!) laid out in rows on paper towels, cooling.
Well, of course I just had to sample one. Mmmmmm.
I was pretty sure it was OK, but just to be doubly careful I sampled another.
Hmmm. Not convinced yet. There might be a hint of something wrong here. I’d better sample just one more to be positive.
Ahhhh. Yes!! I pronounced them “Perfect!”
At that point Carol, glaring and indignant, came into the kitchen and demanded, “You haven’t been eating those, have you?”
“Me? Oh, no! Of course not,” I mumbled, with cookie crumbs spilling out of my mouth.
Later, after dinner, I suddenly had the urge to sample them again. I mean, I had to be certain that they were OK for my family to eat in Colorado, right? Hey, if anybody was going to get sick from them, it ought to be me. So as a completely altruistic gesture, I ate three more before bed. (Carol was in the shower! I was careful not to drop any crumbs.)
My verdict? Well, as of now I think they’re safe. But over the next few days I MAY be compelled to continue sampling them. Better safe than sorry.
Tonight we’ll get together our checklists and begin staging the baggage in the den where we can’t miss it. We don’t dare wait until the eve of departure to do this, or we’ll invariably leave behind something vital. Even with all this early preparation we’ll forget something. But that’s what credit cards are for, I guess.
Oh! That reminds me; I need to call our credit card company and let them know our travel plans. Twice in recent years they’ve suspended our card when we’ve had large purchases in Colorado that don’t seem to match our “buying patterns.”
This is a good thing, and helps minimize losses if somebody were to have stolen our cards. But it’s a pain when you’re on the road and suddenly you can’t buy a tankful of gas because your credit card doesn’t work. But one toll-free call later, and all is well again.
We’ll be leaving on Saturday morning, so my blogging may be a bit irregular for the next week or so.
But Saturday’s still three days away. Plenty of time.
Darn it. I'm ready NOW!
Guess I'll go eat a cookie to console myself.