Chapter Two: Double Butter

If you are a boy, you would not understand the needs us women have when we come into a crisis. It can be anything from a missing bottle of nail polish to "He has a girlfriend?!". Desperate times call for desperate measures. Usually there is cookie dough involved. For us, (Darcy, Evy and me) the "usually" is not in that sentence. I'm quite surprised that we haven't ended up like this:

 

(hey Evy and Darcy, "we're cats...." )

 

One night that followed a particularly taxing day with many crises for all of us girls. (Except Shelly, because who knows what goes on in that cave of hers). It was about one in the morning and we had to eat our feelings away with that chocolatey heaven. We went to the fridge to start downing our stash but of course our day just had to get worse because we were out of cookie dough! We went to Shelly (since we still had a bunch of homework and Shelly just sits on her computer all day doing nothing important but watch youtube videos or skype) and asked her to make us some cookie dough while we worked on our homework. It took some coaxing but she finally came around when we offered our ingredients. She then got to work. After about forty-five minutes of making a dent in our homework, Shelly left the kitchen to go check her skype. We were getting impatient so we slithered to the kitchen to check her progress. I can just imagine we looked like this:

 

I cannot wait for this cookie dough...

 

After our scouting expedition we discovered ALL of our butter was gone. I looked in the trashcan and there were five wrappers for five sticks of butter. Let me tell you, what recipe uses FIVE STICKS OF BUTTER?! I do NOT need to gain weight...my figure is just fine. I motioned to the girls and they saw what laid in front of them. We soundlessly agreed not to judge and to just see how the cookie dough turned out. We went back to doing our homework and at last she finished the dough. We thanked her graciously and let her go back to, who knows what she was doing. We immediately dug in without taking a single breath:
 

 

 

 
 

Then we all stopped and looked at each other. There was definitely wayyyyy too much butter in this dough. All of our faces immediately turned to this:
 



 

How could you ruin such perfection?! Such beauty?! We silently gave each other looks of what-in-the-world-did-I-just-put-in-my-mouth, and I-just-literally-ate-a-chunk-of-butter-with-a-chocolate-chip-in-it. We decided that next time we would just make it ourselves. We would save money and our stomach's.....besides, who does homework right?