So The Bunny works nights, right? She doesn't get an extra day off for the holiday, so she worked last night and she works tonight too. So it was important that she get to sleep right away when she got home this morning.

So, day off or not, I set the alarm and rolled out of bed at 7:30. I went downstairs, gave Bunny a kiss on the cheek, sat on the couch, and fell asleep at about 7:35.

I woke around an hour later, not because I'd rested enough, but because my spider-sense was kicking in. And sure enough, I opened my eyes to see Bunny looking at me with an expression that can delicately be described as "great displeasure."

"Are you getting up now? I need to get to sleep," she said, more than a little disdainfully.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm up."

"Ok, I'm going to bed. Remember my sister is going to stop by to pick up The Chicken to visit with his cousins."

"Ok, alright. Got it."

"And don't forget you told Chicken you'd finish the cookies with him."

"Uhh… what?"

"Chicken? Cookies? Twenty minutes ago you agreed to finish the cookies with him."

"Oh. Uhh… ok."

"They're cutout cookies. Chicken has already got the cutouts he wants to use. The dough is in the refrigerator to cool for a while. 350 for 8 to 10 minutes."

"Right, ok."

"Ok, I'm going to bed. Wake me at 3?"

"Sure. 'night, sweetie."

"G'nite."

Artist's conception of my cookies

Fuck. Either they were both pulling my leg, or I agreed to something in my sleep. That's hardly fair. But whatever. I was stuck making cookies.

So I wait about two hours for the dough to chill in the refrigerator, trusting that 120 minutes is a sufficient amount of time to qualify as "a while." It's turns out I was mistaken. The dough is still really sticky.

So I proceeded to coat everything that might touch the cookie dough with a healthy layer of flour and set to work anyway. I rolled out the dough and Chicken took after it with the snowman cutout. And then despite all the flour, we couldn't get the cookies off the counter intact.

So I rolled all the dough into a big wad and started over, resolving to this time use more flour and make the cookies thicker. It turns out that "thicker" business wasn't a very good idea.

Yeah, see, things expand when they bake, right? My cookies went in the oven as thick, plump snowmen. My cookies came out of the oven as gigantic Stay Puft Marshmallow Men threatening to destroy the city.

They taste alright, though. They're a little doughy and only marginally disgusting. Perfectly acceptable as a survival food.

See, this is what I get for taking a nap five minutes after getting out of bed.