My brain has ceased working. No, seriously. I woke up this morning, and everything seemed normal… But when I went to read an email Antonio had sent, I couldn’t do it. I can’t even reread this, so, try to bear with me. I literally cannot concentrate enough to read more than a sentence or two at a time. And even then, I can’t make much sense of things.

I decided, for the reason above (and because Antonio said I am due for something a little breezier in here), to post about cookies.  This might not be what he meant, but… Well, if not, clearly it’s his own fault for going to work on his truck and a friend’s car today, and hence not being around to tell me I can’t post this.  Right?  Right.

I think I made sugar cookies when I was little. But I’ve never made them as an adult. So, the other day, I decided to remedy that. Apparently, I’m stunted to the point where I can’t actually make sugar cookies LIKE an adult, I just happen to exist in an adult body while I make them.

See, I got it in my head I needed to decorate them, so I made icing, got sprinkles and colored sugar, a palette knife, tweezers (yes, tweezers), wax paper, and probably a lot of other things my fried cranium can’t recall at the moment, and I went to work.  Er, play.  Work?  Whatever.  I’m a two-year-old.

(I also decorated a few cupcakes that were, up to that point, rather pretty in a simple, mature sort of way.)

My younger brother (23, with a formal education in art, mind you) decided to “help” me. He basically ate cookies and made a mockery of the whole process while having me watch YouTube videos on his iPhone like this.  (That insanity is a whole topic unto itself, I’m sure.) Oh, and he did make a couple cookies.  I even photographed one.  

While I go clean more of the GIANT mess I made of the dining room table, I’ll leave it to you to guess which cookie was my brother’s.

(Click for big on any of them.  And forgive the craptacular quality on some of them.  I SUCK at automatic digital cameras.)

(*whispers* This one —->)