I got cocky.

On Friday morning, I made cupcakes. Red velvet, cream cheese frosting, run-of-the-mill cupcakes. This morning, I made lemon bars. Stupid, simple lemon bars.

And somewhere between the cupcakes and the lemon bars, a copy of this month’s Martha Stewart Living snaked its way into the house and I just happened to fall in love with the cookie of the month — a delicate tiramisu sammich cookie filled with almond-scented marscapone cream.

I got cocky. I got cocky and I made a batch, thinking that I had the High Noon swagger of a seasoned cookie baker who could do no wrong.

You know what I did wrong? I forgot the fucking flour, and it’s taken me an hour to come to this brilliant conclusion. I forgot the flour.

I am totally made of fail this evening. Like, I’m in a snit because I forgot to add a half cup of flour, which is so lame, but baking is about the only thing I’ve got going on at this point.

Fail.