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Wednesday, August 15, 2012

My love/hate relationship with Pinterest, Part 2

OK, now moving on to the things that drive me cray cray about Pinterest.

This is the type of stuff that makes me hate Pinterest sometimes: pinata cookies. Seriously, who pins this with the thought that they are actually going to take 8 hours to make something that will make a kid go, "Wow, cool" then 3 seconds later start playing with a stick?

If you have time to do this kind of project, let's find a better use for your time, shall we? Like cleaning my bathtub, or getting my groceries, or doing one of the 6,364 other mind-numbing tasks that I have to do on a daily basis, rendering me unable to be the overachieving mom that shows up to the party with these ridiculous cookies.

There are 30 tedious steps involved to make these cookies. THIRTY. Let me go about the steps as they would go in my house if I had volunteered to make these cookies to bring to an event: drive to store, buy tube of Pillsbury cookies and box of wine, drive home, bake cookies while drinking wine, eat most of the cookies, show up to the party with 6 cookies and a half empty box of wine. When asked why I didn't bring the pinata cookies I had signed up for, I would reply, "Because I have a life."

The End.

Pinterest parts one and three.


  1. yeah, fuck that. just fuck that.

  2. Haha! Stellar! I'm with Kristen. Fuck those fucking piƱata cookies. That's what Martha Stewart is for.

  3. If one of my friends showed up at my house with these cookies or anything else that took 4 hours to make and 12 seconds to eat, I would disown them. No, first I would slap them, then I would disown them.

    That's why I love my friends so much; I know they would never do shit like this.

  4. Haha! I love this! I hate those frickin moms. They must have a nanny and a housekeeper.

    1. and a chef to make this crap for them while they play tennis.

  5. I love the part where it is like, take the cookie cutter and reverse it, so there are no brown bottoms showing. WTF. and why bake them before you cut them, that just seems extraneous.

  6. Ladies my wife is crafy, very crafty, and even she said. fuck those cookies. Well she did not say fuck but so many of you did I felt like it was appropriate to add it in.


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