failure cookies
why hello, boyfriend’s parents whose weekend home i am currently mooching living in! didn’t expect you this weekend! “what’s that smell” you ask? oh nothing, just the giant plate(s) of cookies i was attempting to make but ruined. they dripped over the side of the sheet and into your previously spotless oven and started burning which provided that lovely light layer of smoke you just walked into. i bet you’re really excited that you decided to allow me to stay here and fuck up your shit! <3
