Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Brownies and a Dumpster (Not Related)

The title is weird. Oh well.

Last night, we had some dear friends over to our house for dessert. Beverley and I have been friends since 8th grade. She's one of my best friends and I love getting together with her. Our husbands get along great, too and we had a really good time. The kids were all in bed and we were able to have uninterrupted time to catch up. Do you know how rare that is these days? If you have kids, of course you do. Anyway, they were able to come for dessert and coffee. And by dessert, I mean this:

It's brownie on the bottom, cookie dough (egg-less) on the top. In other words, Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Brownies. Thanks to Recipe Girl. Really, it's supposed to have a chocolate drizzle on the top but something told me it was going to be sweet enough without it. Might have to try the drizzle next time, if for nothing else but to make it more photogenic. I did take a shortcut since I was low on time and used a boxed brownie mix. Who cares, right? Not me. And not Beverley.

Let's move on to less appealing topics. Such as trash. The kind of trash that comes from renovating your house and ends up living in your garage for two years.

I was so excited to be getting a dumpster delivered to my house yesterday. I had called and told them that we needed a 3 yard dumpster. After talking to my husband, we realized that wasn't going to cut it and I called back and changed it to the 6 yarder.

Bank account charged, ready for delivery.

Dump truck delivers, I don't look outside.

Chris gets home, mentions that the dumpster looks on the small side but I'm busy and don't double-check.

I leave for the grocery store at 5:10 and realize, awesome, we got the 3 yarder. Even more awesome? The garbage company is now closed and won't reopen until 8am on Monday. We decide that we will not give up our productive weekend and so we fill it anyway. Half of our garage looks great. The other half, not so much. When we're able to put the rest of our junk in another dumpster, I will take a picture of my cleaned-out garage.

The stinkin' 3 yarder.

I'm excited about being able to park in the garage. Although, I probably won't for a while because there's no garage door opener installed. And, I'm not all that anxious to manually open it so I can back out, then get out of the van to close the garage door behind me ... every time I come home or leave. Can you blame me? So, our garage door opener sits in a box in the garage and it will stay in that box until Chris decides he can do it. I believe in him. I also believe that I am an excellent cheerleader (such a nice word - better than nag, don't you agree?) when I'm [this close] to being able to do something I have never done before. Parking in my own garage will be huge for me. I know, I live a very simple life.

With tears of boredom streaking down your cheeks, I will stop writing about my garage. You're welcome. And goodnight.