Cookies, NES, and Vacuuming People

I wasn't going to post this because I usually don't post things late at night, but I'm mad at my Music Literature homework so I wrote this to feel better. I'll probably rant about my expensive un-edited textbooks tomorrow.

So in an earlier post I mentioned that I made chocolate chocolate chip cookies with peanut butter chips. You should know that they are A-MAZING!

Dan's even here to tell you that, yes, they are amazing, and he eats at least half a dozen of them a day.

Doesn't that make you want one?


I'm always amazed at how quickly cookies can disappear in this house. In order to concoct this specific type of cookie, I had to make a double batch. This means that instead of having three dozen cookies to be consumed in less than a week, we had about six dozen cookies. Now, logically, one would think that if two people could eat three dozen cookies in one week, six dozen cookies should last two weeks, right?


Wrong. I made these on Sunday. There's about a dozen or so left.


Another thing I want to talk about also involves my goofy husband.
Once upon a time Dan had an old-school Nintendo when he was little. A few months into our marriage, said Nintendo box found a place on top of our Blu-Ray player, and has just sat there. Poor husband wanted to play it, but he couldn't because he didn't have a power cord, and he was too cheap to pay $25 for it on Ebay (I'm totally like that too) so it just sat there, collecting dust. And then last week he found an ad on Craigslist for a guy who was selling his old NES for $25. I wasn't about to crush his hopes and dreams so yesterday he picked it up.

(Man, I really wish I knew how to work this camera...)

You'll never guess what he did for about three hours last night. While I was slaving away over my piano proficiency exam, he was playing Mario. (Notice the laptop discarded behind him. That is a rare sight!)

PS- In case anyone is wondering, I suck at Mario. After dying about a dozen times at the first bad guy, I gave up and took a shower.

And to end this random post, here's a picture of one of my good friends vacuuming her fiance on the porch.

I gave him a haircut once, and last night she asked if she could come over and borrow my hair clippers to give him a haircut herself. The Yockey way is that after a haircut, you vacuum the hair off of you. It makes you (a little) less itchy, and then you don't shed all over everything until you can shower. I highly recommend it. I vacuum Dan after a haircut even though he showers right after I clip his hair. It's awesome.

(If you look closely, she was super nice and used her hand as a shield so the hose didn't leave marks on him. Also, he's not entirely naked. He's just shirtless. His younger brother and I had a good laugh about this potential problem.)