Kira Disapproves

This will be my last post of the day, and a quick one. I’m trying to post more, because final paper writing time is EXACTLY the time to start posting more. I will also be posting about one of my final projects, the Peter Pan Project, for those who are already involved.

These are cookies my Mom used to make with me for Easter. She made them with adorable licorice whip handles, but I was too lazy for that. I did make my own icing…

Step One: Bake circles of Pillsbury sugar cookie dough pressed in to a mini muffin pan. They’ll come out something like this…

Step Two: Fill the “baskets” with icing Easter grass using a pastry bag with a star tip.

Step Three: Press Cadbury Robin’s Eggs in to the icing. If you want, you can also add the licorice handles at this point by anchoring them in the frosting. I did not, so at Sunday dinner everyone thought they were bird nests until I informed them of my concept.

Every once in every teensy-weensy little while, I am NO FUN. Kind of mean. At my worst moments, extremely passive aggressive. I know it’s hard to take in. Amanda has a nice little anecdote about that in her blog today. Keep in mind that it all turns out well. And, Tracy, I’m sorry I spent part of my Paris time at EuroDisney.

One thing that can do that to me is traveling. Time zones, for example, are a problem. I can’t get them right. I was so surprised when my two hour connecting flight to Arizona took five hours, and once I get into a new one, I immediately forget that others ones exist. Also, I get nervous when I’m not sure I’ll make a flight/catch a bus/find the person I’m going to see

But this trip, minus the “surprise” five-hour flight, has been just lovely. I made it to Pam’s. An is now safely here. Eden and Caren are just a few hours away and will be here Friday. I saw Rose today, and Carlton and Mary are out there somewhere in the nearby world, too.

I’ve already worked out about ten writing problems since I got here, edited a story, and started a long overdue outline

I just needed a post for the next time I start complaining about stuff. Today, I’m pretty darn content.