I was going to post a recipe today, but I didn't want to cook. Typical. No wonder the hubs is so skinny. Poor thang.
On a scale of 1 to I should have my own TLC show, how much of a fatty am I if ants crawl all over my keyboard when I open my laptop? Guess I should stop eating cookies over it, huh? (Those last three words were unnecessary.)
Grahm left me today. You better enjoy him, D.C. My snuggle panda is pure gold... although I sure hope he isn't cuddling with anyone while he's gone.
I bought the new Taylor Swift album yesterday (not sure this a blog-worthy update). Regret. Only four songs are decent. ("Ronan" made me cry...in a good way. My ears weren't bleeding or anything.) She's like candy corn to me. I don't love it; I don't hate it... but I can't stop stuffing my mouth with those diabetes-causing orange kernels.
I've cried 8 times this week, and it's only Wednesday. Either I am A) female B) teensy stressed C) out of ice cream. If you said D) all the above, you win. Now go get me some chocolate chip cookie dough.
Cheers to a happier end of the week!