Every Christmas season, my office holds a "cookie bakeoff" contest… which is extremely fun, as generally we get to have our choice of bringing some of the other contestants' cookies home after the "judging." (Last year was a total cop-out, though - I made some seriously delicious chocolate mint cookies, and didn't even make the top 3. The winner was boring and not even festive. Harumph!)

Okay, so Friday afternoon I get a reminder e-mail from the organizer that we need to RSVP by COB. Somehow, I had it stuck in my mind that the contest was this Monday, when in fact it's actually NEXT Monday. Sunday evening I panic and realize I haven't even picked out a recipe, go online, find something that looks decent, and bake a batch.

Monday morning I check my calendar and realize that the contest wasn't for another week. As a result, I was stuck with about 30 white chocolate chip cookies for no one. If I wanted to use the recipe next week, I couldn't put them in the office kitchen as a free-for-all, as that would spoil the "surprise," so I stuck them in the freezer and decided to bring them home for my roommates to gorge themselves on.

I made the mistake of telling my co-worker Gary about the batch and letting him take as many as he pleased… little did I know that over the course of a day, he'd eat 22 of them. No joke. I went to get the container at the end of the day, and 8 sad little cookies were left. I wasn't mad, but more at the fact that he ate that many and was still alive. (And yes, he admitted to eating that many and proclaimed, "No dinner for me tonight.")

So that's my "D'OH!" moment of the week. Who wants some cookies? :stupid:

Oh, and P.S. The company Christmas party is being held here this year - how freaking cool is that?!