Dwight Schrute: Nothing stresses me out. Except having to seek the approval of my inferiors.

Excuse me while I ramble. I worked 12 hours today and my brain is complete mush. In the afternoon I saw the nightmare coming and had to scramble to find a babysitter for the night. Thank god my cousin was available or I would have been really screwed. I told the Kid that I had an emergency at work and he said, "WAS THERE A FIRE?" Yikes. I need to choose my words more carefully.

I came home, put up my feet and watched Top Chef - which really should be renamed the Fabio show. When he leaves I will cry. In my bunky bed. It was awesome to see Jacques Pepin on tonight's show, it definitely shows you that Top Chef really is about the cooking. Not like those other shows - rhymes with Hell's Bitchen. What would you have for your last meal? I know I'd have taquitos with homemade guacamole. There. Dead.

It's been a stressful week, thus all the baking posts, and here's one more. I made these earlier in the week. The Baby wanted cookies, cinnamon sugar cookies to be exact, so I took the dough and shaped it into little hearts. Shaping them into hearts was very calming. Good for my stress levels. Like yoga, but fattening.