Problem number one: My cookies started to turn out nasty looking. My roommates tried to be nice and kept saying, “at least they taste good", sure they tasted fine ,but they looked awful I am not even sure how to describe it. It is like they had to much oil or butter and had turned a little translucent ick. I didn't know what to do because batch after batch they were coming out all wrong and getting stuck to the pan and just being little chocolaty pains. My bread turned out fine though and I just didn't have the ingredients, time, or energy to make something new.
Problem two: Clean up. By the time we had finished baking the kitchen looked like two monkeys had been given an open bag of flour and a carton of eggs.
We cleaned as fast as we could but just couldn't finish in time so some of the dishes ended up in my bathtub. 
After throwing the dishes into the tube, shutting the door to my room, and putting a life-size cut out of Jack Sparrow in front of my door to guard it. We were done and ready for everyone to come over.
Problem 3: 3 day weekends. We hadn't really thought about how it was a three day weekend and had made 2 times the amount of food we had needed. We forced everyone to leave with handfuls and napkin piled high. We still ended up with LOTS more food then we had thought we would.
(After Sunday sweets)
Just trying to be helpful I thought I would eat some of the rice crispy treats in milk as cereal...
It was not bad at all. At least now treat night is over and we don't have to deal with it again till next year. Oh yeah I forgot My questionable cookies were a hit. All the guys who came over didn't even look twice. I didn't see many girls take cookies though. Guess they knew better.
