When geeks marry geeks, this is the last thing you expect to hear:

Me: So ... are you liking camp?
My son: Yeah!
Me: What do you like best about it?
My son: The sports.

Considering that in this household, a sunny, breezy, 78 degree summer day is considered to be the perfect day to sit by a window and read, and my husband and I sit companionably in the living room of an evening playing with our laptops, while one child plays Nintendo DS and the other one plays GameCube games ... well, I'm speechless.

And now, back to normal

Big sigh of relief here. Holy week is over, so that even though Easter continues to be celebrated in the Buxom household, with the chocolate and the baskets and the green stuff that's supposed to look like grass all over the place, my church attendance is back to its normal once-a-week pace, my music folder no longer resembles the Manhattan telephone directory, and while my laundry pile remains seemingly insurmountable, it's in the usual way--not a send-out-the-St. Bernards-because-I'm-dying-over-here way.

My free-floating anxiety levels remain, however, along with the Nativity scene that is still up.

The other day I mentioned the Nativity scene's being up as a little amuse-gueule of self deprecation. I hope you enjoyed it, even though I'm suffused with embarrassment that the entire internet knows what a lame-o I am--but does that get the Nativity scene carefully wrapped and stowed in the two big cardboard boxes it takes to store it properly? No, it does not.

So if you want that Nativity scene put away before Pentecost (that's 50 days after Easter, for the Christianity-impaired) call me up, and we'll arrange a time for you to come over and do it. Because I have laundry to do, people. And groceries to buy. And my son's birthday party to arrange.

I also have an unbelievable amount of volunteer crap to do. But we're not talking about that! Because talking about it doesn't get it done! Neither does venting! And both talking and venting increase stress, and increased stress increases cortisol levels in the blood, increased cortisol levels tell my body to add fat cells to my abdomen! Yes, you read it here first; it is increased stress levels and not Easter basket candy that is making me get fatter by the second.

So we're not going there. Because there is not enough spandex in the world, people.

So if you're reading this and you're on one of my committees, DON'T WORRY because everything is under control. Sort of.

Well we got no class / And we got no principles / And we got no innocence / We can't even think of a word that rhymes / so we'll stick in a recipe.

School's Out for Summer. Today was the last day.

The kids were only at school for an hour. One hour. Why do schools do these things? I joked to my son when I dropped him off this morning that I had time to go home, drink a cup of tea, and go back to get him. At least, it started as a joke, but it turned out to be a prediction. I was just finishing the morning paper, looked at the clock, and whoops, it was time to go get the kids.

Oh--and yesterday? Was a Teacher's Institute Day. So we didn't have school. Other than play Nintendo, yesterday we did--gift bags. My daughter, I'm afraid, didn't really understand the principle, so we gave bags to all her teachers from Junior Kindergarten to Third Grade. My son has a lot of Special Ed-type helpers, none of whom I had ever heard mentioned until last night, but as far as he was concerned, they all deserved a bag.

So we bought, and I stuffed: ten bright red bags with coordinating red tissue paper and big shiny red bows; 11 purple bags with purple tissue and purple bows.

Isn't it lucky that I had exactly 42, count 'em, 42 boxes of Gevalia coffee to put in the bags? All because my husband and I are too lame to cancel our monthly delivery even after we switched to tea. I call that serendipity.

Each bag also got half a dozen home-made cookies. My daughter and I tweaked the recipe from Baker's Chocolate, so I'll provide it here. This is the cookie version of a brownie, or maybe a truffle. Or maybe flourless chocolate cake. This is--seriously--a lot of chocolate. So I'll call them

Almost Flourless Quadruple Chocolate Chunk Cookies

8 ounces of Semi-Sweet Baking Chocolate (60 percent, if you have it)
3 ounces of Unsweetened Baking Chocolate
6 ounces of White Baking Chocolate, coarsely chopped into chips/chunks
12 ounces of Semi-Sweet chocolate morsels
1 stick of butter
3 eggs
1 and 1/4 cups granulated sugar
2 tsp. vanilla
2/3 cup flour
1/2 tsp. Baking Powder
1/4 tsp. salt

Preheat oven to 325 degrees. Put the unsweetened chocolate, semi-sweet chocolate, and the butter in a large microwave-safe bowl. Zap for two minutes, stir, and zap for another minute. Stir. Maybe zap again for a minute. Stir until completely smooth. Cool while you prepare the rest of the ingredients.

Beat eggs and sugar in large bowl with electric mixer until very well blended. Pour in chocolate and butter mixture and vanilla. Mix well. Blend in flour, baking powder, and salt. Sir in white chocolate chunks and semi-sweet chips until well mixed.

Drop by rounded tablespoons onto greased baking sheets.

Bake for 10-12 minutes. Cookies should still be moist, but not gooey. Cool on the pan for a few minutes. Remove from baking sheets and cool completely.

Note: because there is no liquid except for melted butter, melted chocolate, and egg yolks, you'll find as the batter sits, it starts to become increasingly solid. So for the last two batches, I roll the batter into balls before placing them on the cookie sheet. This keeps the cookies attractive.

I don't want to brag, but these are truly amazing. And I don't even like chocolate all that much. I mean, I like it, but it's not a substitute for sex or anything like that.

Yesterday I doubled the recipe, so much chocolate was unwrapped and melted or chopped. Yes, I should have taken pictures, either of the cookies being made or of the Teletubbie-colored gift bags, but once again, the battery on the digital camera was dead.

We had a mad rush to get to school this morning, carrying the 21 gift bags. There were too many to carry, so I went over early and dropped two big trays of gift bags off, then went home to get my kids and take them around to distribute the bags. The teachers were very touched; I think a lot of them were very surprised. (Especially the kindergarten teachers.)

In other news, one of the other mothers told me this morning that she had six girls in my son's class over at her house yesterday, and they voted for their favorite boy. My son was the winner.

This might be my last peaceful summer.