Let me set the scene:
It was around 9:00p.m., the house was quiet. The kitchen was closed. The sink was shined and ready for the morning. In case you're wondering, lately I've developed a kitchen sink obsession. I like for it to be cleaned, shined and dried so it greets me all sparkly in the AM. I'm sure that's a whole other post in itself.
Scott said,"I could just take some banana bread to the picnic." (Which was probably my achievement of the day, and it was freezing as we spoke.)
Me: "Are you supposed to bring something tomorrow?" (remember, it's 9:00)
Scott: "Um, yeah."
Well, you can imagine the next part of the conversation. It included phrases like, why didn't you tell me earlier, I was home most of the day and could have made something, store bought cookies are apparently cheap and open to derisive co-worker comments, would you really eat banana bread at a picnic, etc. So, he decided he'd do the break apart cookies, but it would involve a late night trip to the store. Fine. By the time the last cookie was cooling, my kitchen had crumbs in lots of interesting places and my sparkly, happy sink was trashed. Sigh.