Why I love living in a commune

After dinner tonight I wanted to eat chocolate chip cookie dough. Actually, I wanted to eat chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, but I was going to settle for a fresh chocolate chip cookie. I started mixing up the dough, but very shortly I realized we were out of brown sugar. Fortunately, when Jessica went over to Number 17 with a measuring cup she met with success, and returned not only with the half cup of sugar, but with three eggs the girls were returning.

Several ingredients later, another realization struck me. We only had a couple tablespoons of chocolate chips. This was more of a crisis. Chocolate chip cookies taste bad when they’re made entirely with white sugar, but they’re just dark sugar cookies without chocolate chips. Instead of going back to Number 17 and making a nuisance of ourselves, I called Andrew.

Andrew didn’t have any chocolate chips. He says he doesn’t really use them. But Nathan was, in fact, at that moment at the grocery! So I called him. And our chocolate chips will be delivered to our doorstep shortly.

Communal life is awesome.