I've Misplaced My Brain

I am the queen of kitchen mistakes.  Really, I am.  My whole family will attest to that.  There are so many things pertaining to cooking & the kitchen that I will never live down.  But I apparently don't care much.  Why else would I share my own mistakes?  Because I make myself laugh--that's why. 

Christmas Eve I made cookies for Santa.  And this is how I started things out.

I dumped brown sugar into my sugar container (instead of the mixing bowl) not once, but twice.  But that isn't the end of my confession.  I didn't even notice I had done it, until I went to put the sugar away.  And I was like, "Wait.  What's that?  How did that happen?  I don't remember doing that.  Must have been those damned elves!" ;)

After correcting my mistake (and mixing a little bit of brown sugar into the white--no one will ever know), the rest of the cookie making was error free.  And I even remembered to turn off the oven.  Not that it really matters.  David's afraid I'm going to burn the house down while everyone sleeps, so he takes extra precautions to make sure that doesn't happen.  He writes on the oven with crayon or erasable marker, "Turn Off Oven."  He leaves notes on the fridge & on my nightstand.  And he jumps out of bed at the sound of a click, 'cause he's positive any little click-like noise is the oven that's been left on.  Now that I've told you all this, you're all afraid for the lives of my family, too, huh?  Really...I've never burned a house down...I promise.