That is how much time my mom has given herself to plan and execute a party for my grandparents' anniversary.
This is a woman who will spend six hours in a store debating which of the three available light fixtures she should buy, and then leave without buying any of them, and leave a big bare hole in the ceiling for six more months before she goes to another store to repeat the process.
I don't think she's going to make it. Not without medication, anyway.
One month is also the amount of time left before the deadline for the County Fair's Hershey Cocoa Classic baking contest. That is how much time I have to perfect my bacon-chocolate-chocolate-chip-cookie recipe.
I am a woman who will bake cookies and then be so exhausted from the effort I won't even bother eating any for at least 24 hours.
I don't know that I'm going to make it. Not without lots of milk, anyway.
I wonder if I can ship a batch of cookies to the party?
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