Remember when you had a MASSIVE crush on your older cousin?  Every little girl did!  I worshipped my oldest cousin Kevin, who was/is over 6′ 6″ and 10 years older than me. It seems my daughter has a similar crush on her oldest cousin, Sean!  Is my little girl in heaven or what?

Know what this is:

Well, yes…obviously it’s a batch of chocolate chip cookies, but more specifically…they’re my insurance policy!  You see, I am so prone to “taking down the network”, “crashing the system”, “deleting the entire 2WD music library” (ok – that only happened twice…but apparently it’s a pretty big deal).  Whenever I create a technical disaster and sheepishly run into the engineers office with my head down and eyes to the floor, they don’t get upset with me because I make them cookies.  A lot.  By making cookies PRIOR to the unavoidable disasters I create, they never, ever, ever get mad at me.  EVER.  Even though they should.  The engineers let me get away with monumental disasters that would cause them to kill someone else. 

Apparently, they know the look on my face before I get to even describe what happened because they’ll lovingly say “Jenna, did you break the radio station again?”…They’re total gentlemen in their attempts to not humiliate me by using non-technical terms.  “Did the thingy break, Jenna?” “It’s okay that you broke the radio station, Jenna.  That’s what we’ve come to expect…you blow it up…we fix it.”   Actually, now that I think about it, they’re actually quite condescending about it!  HEY!!!!!

Regardless…I make them cookies…and then when I “break the network” at 6 am and have to call the chief engineer, Ernie at home and get him out of bed to come fix it – as was the case just this moring – he doesn’t yell at me.

And it’s all because of those cookies!

Is it safe to assume this says “Wash Me” in Arabic?