Who Took the Cookies from the Cookie Jar?

This is the aforementioned cookie jar. My self-esteem did not appear to be inside it. Neither did any cookies. I now have gingerbread dough chilling in the refrigerator in anticipation of tomorrow's test of some cookie cutters, the shapes of which shall, for now, remain nameless.

A Line in the Lawn

The weather was wonderful today, so raking occurred. Garage cleaning also occurred along with motorcycle fixing. I did none of that, though I did do some inside things. I have been told that my self-esteem may be hiding in the cookie jar, but so far I have resisted looking for it there. With my luck, there will be cookies, though since I did not make any, there shouldn't be. I am hoping to be back to some semblance of normal tomorrow.

Distractions

I was searching somewhat unsuccessfully for my self-esteem this afternoon when younger son suggested the search might be helped by making the orangutan Beanie Baby who will not be mutated a new suit to wear. He's now disguised as a winged hippo, and firmly under the control of the MFing Bearodactyl. As for my self-esteem, if it's hiding in the flour bin, I'll have it back momentarily since as soon as I publish this post I'll bemaking pie crust for tomorrow's pumpkin pie making.