Posted by Karen_kay on December 16, 2003, at 13:53:51
In reply to Re: Second time's a charm :), posted by Miss Honeychurch on December 16, 2003, at 10:42:28
Gave him the blasted cookies.... Had hardly any sleep because of those stupid cookies. I got there and debated on leaving the cookies out in the car because I'm sure his wife bakes better cookies. Took them in anyway. Sat in the waiting room for 15 minutes waiting. Almost started crying, thinking "He's punishing me for something I did wrong and I stayed up late baking him cookies. I'm leaving." I decided to stick it out. He finally showed up with a bandaid on his finger. He slammed his finger in his car door. I felt bad for almost getting crabby with him. I waited until the very end of the session to give him the cookies, as I didn't want him to start eating them in front of me and not like them and feel like he had to eat them. Or worse, compliment me on them, when I know they were poopie. Or even worse, spit them out because he is allergic to hazelnuts. So, at the very end I said, "I baked you some cookies." And he was like thanks. And of course I was like "They were a pain in my butt." And I said, "I had to make 3 batches to get them jsut right." (He knows I like to complain, I've admitted it several times, one of my personality quirks :) He asked what I did with the other batches and I said I threw them out. He said I shouldn't have done that. Then he metioned that he likes cookies that are really doughie and I almost swallowed my tongue because I made them a bit more done. Ugh. I knew I should have called him first to find out exactly how he liked his cookies... Next year, I'm going with store bought and I'll pass them off as my own. Or, I'll bring him hot chocolate. Man, I'm overly anal!!!!!! So, that's my jolly therapist cookie christmas story.. It sucked!
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