That is what I kept saying over and over last night.
Bill got home late after a flute and guitar rehearsal. I was asleep when he arrived home - the day had gone a bit crazy on me and I was tired. Though I guess I'm allowed to sleep, no explanation required, right?
Anyway, he got home, very chatty from too much coffee in the afternoon (he is very susceptible to the effects of caffeine) and proceeded to basically, in that charming way some men have, annoy me as much as possible. Chattering on and on, poking his cold feet at me, I can't even think of all of it; I just tried feign sleep, hoping he'd get bored and go to sleep himself.
And then, when it seemed like he was going to do just that, he sprung it on me.
"Oh, by the way, I got an email from J (the mother of one of his chorus students who organizes all the fundraisers and raffles and things they've got going on this year)…she wanted to know if you could still make the cookies."
The chorus (over 200 kids) are having a pasta dinner in a few nights to help raise money for their participaton in a regional music festival in the spring. Last year, some local bakery had donated chocolate chip cookies for dessert. This year they can't or something. Anyway, a couple of weeks ago - WEEKS, mind you - when this was brought to my husband's attention, he volunteered my baking services. Which was fine. And it was weeks ago. And the suggestion was put on "maybe, we'll see" status, I guess, because that was the last I'd heard about it.
Until last night.
I guess they still need cookies. They've sold…oh…400 tickets or so, at least. Bill was saying it might be 500.
Five Hundred.
And, in my half-asleep state, my math skills weren't fully functional, so I said something like…"Oh…that's not too horrible I guess…it's only about five dozen." zzzzzzzzzz
And after a bit of silence, Bill said, laughing "I think it's a bit more than five dozen…five dozen is only 60. You're talking more like 40 dozen."
And yes, it's actually 41.666666666666666666666666 dozen, to be precise.
But forty dozen sounds tidier, so I'll stick with that.
Forty dozen.
Oh, and the pasta dinner? This Tuesday.
Today? Well, we've got an appointment to have our taxes done this afternoon with our accountant who is a half hour away, and tonight we've already got other obligations.
So that leaves tomorrow. Monday. And Tuesday.
Which, I know, is certainly not impossible.
But still.
40 dozen cookies.
That might change - I told Bill he needs to call J and check on the number, and he said he'll see if any of the other parents can help out by making a portion of what's needed. But oddly enough, there's a part of me that doesn't want anyone else doing them. A crazy part, but a part nonetheless.
I'll let you know what happens.
If you don't hear from me til Wednesday, you can safely assume I'm up to my elbows in butter and sugar and flour and eggs.
**Update** Don't have to make 40 dozen. 34 dozen will do. Ahh…that's LOTS better!
