I should have my own cooking show: "Pizza & Cookies." (3 Good Things From 3/1/10)

Last night, I dreamed that I was at work, so when I woke up, I thought it was Wednesday. Something like that makes the 3 Good Things more necessary than ever:

1. The Oatmeal Scotchies I baked Sweetie turned out like professional cookies. I've been promising to make Sweetie some homemade oatmeal-butterscotch chip cookies since last Thursday. Sunday I set out to do that but we didn't have brown sugar. Yesterday, I was going to do it when I got home from work but I got home late and we had to run the car to the mechanic's, so I had every reason not to make those Scotchies. But I buckled down about 8:00 and whipped up the best batch of cookies I've ever made.

Then Sweetie didn't eat one until today. (For breakfast.)

2. Mr F and I played a rousing game of catch. One reason that the cookies were delayed is that at the end of dinner, Mr F decided he wanted to play catch with a rubber baseball. I tried to halfheartedly play while I finished eating and cleaned up, but he was having none of that. I had to concentrate and play seriously.

3. My copy of Harvest Hill arrived. You may recall that I am an avid horror writer. (With awesome horror stories like these.) You may also recall that my story Don't Eat My Face was my first-ever paid horror story publication, appearing in the Harvest Hill anthology available from Graveside Tales. I got my contributor copy of the book in the mail yesterday, and it turned out really nicely. If you like great horror -- and who doesn't?-- pick up a copy today.

93 down, 10,540 to go: I first heard about this band because their song was used on a potato chip commercial. I'm dying to get their album, but until then I have to live with rousing, amazing singles like It Doesn't Have To Be Beautiful by Slow Club.