Playing Nice in the Sandbox

I have many off-putting character flaws which under normal circumstances, would limit the amount of human contact I'd be able to enjoy.  Thankfully, my mommy taught me how to bake cookies.  I have used my cookies to purchase loyalty and kindness from others, thus overcoming my glaring character flaws.  Knowing the purchasing power of my baked goods, I brought my cookie making supplies to Rhode Island in the hopes of winning a new cadre of followers here.

Despite my many years of expertise, I worried about whether I could bake a proper cookie at a lower altitude.  I also wondered if the hand mixer I purchased might handicap me in a way that my wonderful Kitchenaid stand mixer would not.  Given that I start my new job tomorrow, I decided it was now or never to put the fears to bed.  I do indeed miss my Kitchenaid, but check it out:

Turns out that I am unfettered by location and substandard materials.  I am a cookie goddess!  I took a few cookies to the possible murderer/rapist on the first floor.  I'm hoping if he's planning some act of violence, that the delicious sweets I can whip up might cause him to rethink his strategy.  I'm outta here in 6 months or less buddy!  Save the rape for the next unsuspecting tenant!  

After getting my morsels wrapped up for tomorrow, I tasted one myself.  The verdict?  DELICOUS!

Time to make some new friends!