Proof That I Am A Hot Mess

I attended Becky’s annual cookie exchange this evening.

You know, the cookie exchange with a CROWN at stake.

(My cookies are in the Longaberger basket in the lower left corner).

I started looking for a recipe weeks ago, and I did a trial run of my [THREE STEP] cookie this past weekend. I was sure this was going to be my year because this is ONE GOOD cookie.

I knocked the vanilla over and it ran all over the counter and into the eggs.

I strung confectioner’s sugar for miles.

And I burnt my finger.

I am a hot mess in the kitchen.

Which was evident as I cooked dinner today, and I came *this close* to burning the house down.

Oh yes I did.

In case you’re wondering, this is what happens to an individual serving of instant macaroni and cheese when you forget to add water.

And now, my house smells like a nice shade of burnt.

The only reason I even bought these stupid individual servings of mac & cheese is because the boys asked for them. You can rest assured I won’t buy them ever again.

Anywho.

As the smoke rolled out of the microwave, McDaddy came into the kitchen rambling on with something like, “Hey, something’s on fire over here.” I spun around to see what was going on and I was seriously afraid the microwave might be getting ready to explode or catch fire. The smoke was thick and the stinch was unbearable.

[And I seriously hope our Home Owner's Insurance agent doesn't stumble across my blog or else they might charge McDaddy for the major liability he has in the kitchen.]

SO. You can imagine my surprise when this cookie:

was the RUNNER UP cookie in the contest.

Which means I went home with absolutely NOTHING.

Except a stomach ache because I sampled each and every one.

And because I laughed until I cried.

Tanna took home the cookie crown.

And next year, IT. IS. ON.