Last night I had my first episode of domesticity since married life began. I made cookies! They were quite yummy, I must say. Not too sweet, which made me feel very sophisticated.

So, tra la la, I’m making two different types of cookies, or so I think. First I make these, and then I make these, proud of myself for making two different types of cookies, when George tastes them. And asks, “are they the same?”

Well, okay, I suppose the tip-off should have been when red and green maraschino cherries (again, very sophisticated) were in both. Fine! They’re still good! (If you actually look at the recipes, you might argue that the bars have crushed M&Ms on top. But all I had were pink M&Ms left over from the wedding, and they looked repulsive with the green and red. So I left them off.)

Well, whatever. I was festive, dammit. Today I will be in search of mint chocolate chips, which I’m sure I won’t find, but I hope I will because apparently Regan made the equivalent of Christmas Cookie Crack with them.

Must finish Christmas shopping today. Must go to Linens N Things to get a featherbed because we aren’t using the heater this winter. Must go to Target to buy new Martha Stewart Weddings magazine. Oh please, I have to wean myself! Plus, now I can use the excuse that I need to help Kristina with her wedding. Oh, thank you Kristina, for getting engaged!