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Okay so on Tuesday my dad told me to bake some sugar cookies and frost them with the frosting he made.
WELL, it was really REALLY hard work, I swear, the cookie dough wasn't moist enough after adding the three cups of flour and I had to keep wetting my hands under the sink just to be able to roll it out repeatedly over the counter. I only made about 2 dozen...I threw the rest of the dough out because it had too much flour that hadn't gotten mixed in...
Then there was the dishes and the floor I had to clean. (I'm not supposed to use it, but I used the dishwasher behind Dad's back...shhhh) But the floor was just awful because I knew I couldn't clean it up with the vacuum...
Then my bf Brandon asked me if I wanted to go to Walmart...I always do, so of course I went.
I left the plate of cookies on the table, thinking they would be okay...but when I got back all of them were gone!
At first I thought Dad was home from work and put them in a bag but that was illogical...So I had to face the fact that Asta ATE. THEM. ALL.
(She even looks considerably fatter since that day...ku ku ku)
I cried for like 10 minutes....I swear. All I wanted was for Dad to have the cookies he ASKED me to make him! That was the first time he ever asked me to bake cookies for him....and Asta ruined it....I beat her really hard but I don't feel any better. I just hate her now.
But! She'll never get people food ever again, which is good. Let. Her. Suffer.
And sure, it was a bad idea for me to leave them unattended and within her reach, but Asta knows better, and I know she does.
When I was still home waiting for Brandon, the cookies were on the table unguarded and I was in my room on the computer. Asta didn't even go near the cookies. But as soon as we left...that's when she siezed the opportunity.
I wanted to gut her...seriously...but...It's all over now.