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The Midnight Sugar Cookie!



I signed up my daughter up for a gymnastics program. Living in a small town requires local businesses to have lots of help from the community. I cannot imagine what it must be like trying to stay afloat as a small business, especially during this pandemic.


One of the requirements is that I volunteer two hours a month. This can be a variety of tasks: helping with meets, baking, cleaning, etc. As December is already busy enough I thought I'd better get going. I signed up to bake 2 dozen sugar cookies for the next week.


It's really funny how the thought process for a task like this goes:


๐ŸŽ… 1: Oh this will be no big deal. I've made so many sugar cookies before. No problem.


๐Ÿปโ€โ„๏ธ 2: The next day: Hmmm...I'm supposed to make sugar cookies tomorrow. Huh. Wonder how I'll fit that in. I'll think about it later.


๐Ÿคถ 3. Later that day: Boy, I really don't want to make sugar cookies from scratch. But I can't buy them from the store. They are supposed look like Christmas stockings. (A child cries in the distance and the whole sugar cookie thought process is gone).


๐ŸŽ„ Morning of the day to make sugar cookies:

Ok there is no way I can make these from scratch. I'll stop at the store and buy a mix and some frosting. That will make it so much easier.


Hours go by.....


Goes to store and buys supplies.


More hours go by.


๐Ÿง˜โ€โ™€๏ธ Ahhh... finally time to sit down and...


SHI*!!!!


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I have to make sugar cookies?? Why did I agree to do that? It's 11pm! I was supposed to get them there tonight. Am I really going to start at 11pm? Come on! Am I really going to get up at like 6am to make them? Come on!


What if I just don't make them? Will anyone notice?


(Tries to relax on couch ๐Ÿ›‹๏ธ)


FINE! I WILL MAKE THEM! I can't lie about it! I can't be a bad person. Here we go! I don't know where my stocking cookie cutter is and I'm not going to find it. I'll cut them with a knife. They will look fine!!



Some of them look like stockings. Some of them look like boots. Whatever! They are done!


๐Ÿช The Next Morning!

(Frantically drives to gymnastics place).

(Plops cookies on the counter.)


At least they got done ๐Ÿ‘


๐Ÿค๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿงก

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