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So mom comes in a short time ago, and asks me to make cookies tonight for a party at her workplace tomorrow.

Me-- "Ummm... but, Lost is on soon and I'm reading a story Kath just sent me and then cleolinda's journal and there's some Sawyer/Sun fanfiction that looks interesting and I must obey the muse by typing and I've got to finish my dinner and and and. . ." o_O "Grocery store cookies tomorrow?"

Mom-- *Precious Moments eyes*

Me-- "How about I make the dough, and you actually bake it?"

Mom-- "Deal."

So for the next several minutes, this was the scene:

Me-- *scurry around kitchen-- break eggs, grab bite of chicken, stir in peanut butter, get drink of milk, make utter novice mistake of putting all three cups of flour in at once and stirring*

Flour-- FFFFFT

Me-- Eeep!

Flour-- Ha ha.

Me-- *put dough in fridge, clean up mess, hurry back in here*

Fifteen minutes to spare. I rule. ;-)