So I’m waiting for a page to load, and I get this message:

That would be bad. That would be very bad.

Part of me is all, “hee! Ghostbusters, awesome.” And the rest of me thinks they did not see the whole movie, because those two getting together is a Bad Thing. And yet, hee! Ghostbusters, awesome. I kind of want to watch it, now.

We went to Brown’s yesterday to get Jen’s annual candy, aka the very last of the Christmas shopping. We also picked up cookies, some to give and some to eat, and among those we got to eat, I picked up some snickerdoodles. I have long been intrigued by them, but didn’t really want to have to bake them just to find out whether or not I liked them, and Brown’s had a little container of six. Having now tried them, I’m…honestly not sure how I feel about them. Cinnamon, yay. But there’s an oddness underneath, which I guess is the cream of tartar? I don’t know. I’ll probably have another at some point to try and figure it out better, but at the moment, I think I’m just glad there were only six in the package.

I still don’t feel like making my chocolate chip chunk pecan cookies. Or, really, anything at all. But I might, just for the happy of Mom mmm’ing and saying how good they are. I could use some happy about now.