Crazytown

Day 2, technically, of my 4 day streak with no horses. I am alone in a house with nothing to do, nowhere to be and nobody to worry about but myself. This is completely foreign to me. I woke up a little after 10AM, something I NEVER do. I'll be damned if I ever sleep past 7:30AM on a normal day, even when I don't have to be up early.

So far, my list of things accomplished include:
-watching a squirrel outside my kitchen window (he was playing with another squirrel, and it was probably the most entertaining thing I've seen in a while)
-make myself a legitimate breakfast. Toast, bacon, homefries, the works.
-and this...




I have literally nothing to do. So, why not make cookies? I plan on working out later tonight, but I may as well let my inner fat kid have a little fun in the meantime.

Yeah, it got kinda bad. I'm trying to make sure most of the dough gets to the trays and into the oven. That's not going so well.