It’s been a good while since I’ve really laughed at my life. In the past year it has taken a rather serious turn and I haven’t been laughing a whole lot.
When the kids were younger and threw a whole roll of toilet paper in the toilet I was so frustrated. That frustration quickly turned to laughing. Not crazy psychotic laughing associated with a mental breakdown but laughing because I was fishing a soggy and dripping roll of toilet paper from the toilet (thank goodness it hadn’t been used first). Now that’s funny right there.
It was (nearly) daily occurrences such as that or the time the laundry started on fire (still one of my most favorite posts) that helped me laugh. It’s all in how you approach life. I had a choice to laugh or curl up in the fetal position all the while moaning to myself. Okay, so sometimes I chose the latter but I genuinely tried to laugh.
I recently had a cold and during my bout my sinuses and ears happened to get all stuffed up (actually had an eardrum burst…so funny. Not). So the other night I was texting a friend about what oils to use for my plugged up ears. I live to please and I’m so glad he was amused at my expense (you cookie eating fool). First off, it was a situation he had never dealt with. Leave it to me to be difficult. He then proceeded to give me a few tips that may help. “Place a few drops of melaleuca on a cotton ball, place in the ear, repeat hourly, and apply heat.” His next request was for me to send a picture to him so he could share it on Facebook. Then to really sell it I suggested I stick a piece of tissue hanging out of nose. Way easier then blowing it every other minute in my opinion. Fat chance.
To make matters worse he started talking about cookies. The huge snickerdoodle kind at Paradise Cafe and how he had eaten too many cuz they’re so darn good. Thanks Rob. I now have a tissue hanging out of my nose, an oil soaked cotton ball in my ear, and I’m craving cookies with no energy to make them. Thank goodness my hubby was gone during all of this.
Needless to say when I got my energy back and could finally hear almost normally again I was in my kitchen making cookies. While my original thought was to make snickerdoodles I found this recipe in my grandmother’s files for butterscotch cookies. It originates with my great grandmother so it’s all from scratch and ridiculously easy.
Bake up a batch and if you end up spilling the flour or the dough flies of the beater all over the cabinets just laugh. After all, in a few minutes you’ll have a fresh batch of cookies.