Ways in which cookies can go wrong

This evening has resulted in an odd combination of being disgruntled and happy. And also very very full.

The main thing I learnt today is that I am by no stretch of the imagination a half decent baker, and it's safe to say neither were Beth and Felix my baking buddies. Sorry. But we did manage a fairly scrummy end result so it's not all bad. Putting Rocky Road Chok-a-Blok as well as a variety of other chocolate items in to the cookie mix spontaneously was an excellent idea, however upon reflection the mix could have been vastly improved by some giant dairy milk buttons, so must remember that for next time. After a pizza roll, McDonalds and several of said cookies I feel very full and fat, with a shameful amount of muffin (or cookie) top spilling over the top of my poorly chosen leather leggings. Sorry for that image but it's horribly true. So now I feel very bleurgh and a little sad about it.

The disgruntled part comes from the company, or rather the thoughts that went with it. It's true I had a very fun evening and greatly enjoyed hanging out with my remaining friends, but do you ever get that feeling like you know they'd rather be somewhere else with someone else 1000% more than they would like to be where they are? It's just quite obvious, understandable, but obvious. Which then triggers other thoughts, like how I'm in the same situation; missing someone so much, wanting to be with them more than be with you're friends, feeling horrible for thinking that, which kind of all puts a downer on the evening. Especially feeling second best, when the person I was first to isn't around any more, and the people that were first to your friends have gone. But that's all a bit sad and not worth thinking about. I should be focusing on happy things, like cookies. And being grateful for the friends I have here and elsewhere. So yay. COOKIES.