Tonight I made Peanut Butter Cookies. A double batch. All this for Pig 2. You know, the middle Pig, the left out and forgotten Pig.
Sadly, in this case it's sort of true. Pig 1 and Pig 3's bdays are June 8 and June 9. Pig 3's bday is also referred to as "Holly and the Ogre are Crazy Day." This is because the day Pig 3 was born we were the proud parents of a newborn, a 2 year old and a 3 year old. 3 babies in less than 4 years.
We totally rocked Pig 2's bday. Dude, we were in Florida. We went to Universal Studios. We saw the actual Quik-E-Mart.
Because of this I make Peanut Butter Cookies. A double batch.
No big deal, cookies, whateves.
I have a super awesome sensitivity to peanuts. I won't die if I eat them, I'll just want to. Oh, sure, it's not a true allergy, suck it up. Ask my Mother In Law if it's not a big deal. She was in the car with me, and the whole fam, the last time I had peanuts. We like to call this the time my Mom accidentally tried to kill me.
Migraine, barfing. Barfing in a car with 6 people. AWESOME.
So, peanut butter cookie making, it stresses me out. But I do it. Because I love that middle Pig, and don't want him to feel left out during the whole birthday-palooza 2 day event that happens each June.