Think I just found my point of collapse...

[logansrogue]

I was trying to cut out the cookies from the dough but it's so hot they were sticking to the mat, regardless of how much flour I put down. It was at that point that I finally felt I couldn't go on. I'm dizzy, I'm tired out of my wits and I would have been handling hot metal if I kept at it. Not safe.

So I wrapped up the dough and put it in the fridge to bake tomorrow (much to my mother's chagrin) and decided that I'm going to take a fucking nap.

There are so many things I'm not going to get done by tomorrow but at this point? Don't. Fucking. CARE.


TOO TIRED, Y'ALL! TOO. FUCKING. TIRED!!!!

And my hands reek of molasses.

Comments

[shrydar.livejournal.com]

My onions smelled of hands for about a day. I think I won't fix that typo. It's pretty much what happened after chopping five onions so rabbit1080 could cook enough spagetti sauce for my immediate family and possibly some ring ins who may have been joining us after The Messiah last night.

[azinazelle.livejournal.com]

You know when you're that tired and working so hard for the holidays it's just not fun anymore. And the last thing you'd need is burned fingers over Christmas. I think what you did was smart.

[berenicepotter.livejournal.com]

awwwwwww

merry christmas, darling! love ya