Oreo Stuffed Chocolate Chip Cookies

I have an, er... interesting (and slightly unbelievable) story to tell you today.  I broke my foot.  Well, fractured my foot.  And how, exactly, did I fracture my foot?  Nymeria (you know, that baby kitten I introduced here) sprinted and, well, slammed into it.  It was hard enough to make me fall, and you know, fracture my foot, but all it did to Nymeria was scare her a bit (poofy tail and all), thankfully.  After calling across the apartment to Alex from my sorry spot on the floor with pain coursing through my foot and having him find her to see if she was okay, I parked back on the couch to study for the test I had the next day.  But then my foot got a sort of blue goose egg looking thing on it, and it didn't stop hurting (if you follow me on Instagram, you've probably seen the photo).  So I went and got an x-ray.  And I was the person that burst out laughing when the doctor came in to tell me it was fractured.  Because my kitten broke my foot.  And then I proceeded to continually check Nymeria for a concussion the rest of the night.  But she was fine, of course, the hard headed little dear.  All ready to play as soon as I got back.  It's a good thing she plays fetch, cause otherwise she'd be pretty unhappy at my brokenness.  But that's my story.  

Because I have a broken foot, I had to make cookies.  Sometimes, that's all you can do.  And really, it's made me feel quite better (even if my foot does hurt a bit from all the standing I shouldn't have been doing while making them).

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