How he's gone crazy... how the drugs have finally done their job... how he's a sex addict. Or an alcoholic. Or addicted to the Internet. Or chocolate. Or peanut shells. Or eating the dadgum stuffing found inside your living room couch. (Did anyone see that special on TLC?)
I don't agree with any of these assertions. I think... he's an overpaid punk that's never had to work for the life he lives and can't comprehend the normal boundaries which the rest of the world (either willingly or reluctantly) lives within.
But that's just me.
What can I say? Compassion is not my strong suit.
I say... put him in one of these get-ups for a few weeks. And lets see what happens?
"Resentments...are the rocket fuel that lives in the tip of my saber." (C. Sheen, 2011)
Yeah. You don't know how many times I've heard that, this past week.
Ignore this who-haw, and bake some cookies. Pumpkin Oatmeal Cookies.
What you'll need:
2 Cups all purpose flour2 1/3 Cups old fashioned oats
1 Teaspoon baking soda
1/2 Teaspoon baking powder
1/2 Teaspoon salt
2 Teaspoons cinnamon
1/2 Teaspoon pumpkin pie spice (it's like, the bottle that never runs dry!)
1 Cup (2 sticks) butter - softened
3/4 Cup dark brown sugar
3/4 Cup granulated sugar
2 Tablespoons honey
1 Cup pumpkin puree
1 Large egg
1 1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
Extra bits: cranberries, chocolate chips, walnuts, pecans, etc.
Preheat your oven to 350* and line the baking sheets with parchment paper.
Cream butter and sugars together until light and fluffy. Add egg, pumpkin, vanilla, and spices and mix until just combined. Add flour, baking soda, and baking powder, stirring until combined... then add your oats.
Divide your batter and add your "bits" accordingly. I put cranberries and walnuts in one batch (Yum!)... semi-sweet chocolate chips in another (meh.).. pecans and milk chocolate (okay)... plain pecans (the best!)... just throw in whatever your little, crazy heart desires.
Bake each batch 10-13 minutes.
And by the way, for those of you who know the cone head above... he is doing well. He's certainly not fixed, but at the very least, we bought some more time. Time... to live with his incoherent rantings, hotdog binges, and shady behavior with Princess, the street-dog from down the road. Sigh.