Brownies

Today, I thought I would do something nice for my mom by making brownies for her because I ignored her when she asked if I wanted to yesterday (and plus today was my parents anniversery).

So I started and when my dad found out that I was cooking he ran to see that I wasn't burning down the house (not that I am a bad cook, it is just that I don't cook often). And keep on looking over my shoulder, that is one thing that I am insane about I HATE people looking over my should it drives me crazy.

I started to get a little mad, and we had this agruement about if the oven doesn't heat up fully. I just said I am going to set the oven by what the box says and my dad went balistic. Just because I did what I thought was the thing that I was supposed to do. I mean I could understand that what I did MIGHT have made him feel ignored but not enough so you go around yelling and kicking stuff.

Then he wouldn't let me cut it when I was supposed to because he thought I would eat some but I wasn't going to and I TOLD him so. So since I didn't cut it got stuck to the side of the pan and I had to hack at them to BARELY get them out, and the ones that I did get out was all deformed. I was made and sad. I was mad because I was going to give some to julie because she had been feeling bad, but the brownies looked so deformed that I would have felt embaresed to take them to Julie. I was sad because that was my first bach of brownies that I have made BY MYSELF and dad screwed it up.

I have to go now, a) because my internet isn't that great b) is because Julie wants to watch "The Great Debaters."