I got some garden supplies in the mail today. (I KNOW. You do not have to remind me. I get that it's still January. But the only way my mind can make it through this dark hole of sadness and icy despair is to pretend that the sun still exists and will eventually come back.)
I know what you are thinking -- and let me assure you that the world as you know it is NOT, in fact, ending. I know it seem like it with me posting on a Monday and all. I mean...I can barely get myself out of bed in the morning...much less form coherent thoughts using actual letters and punctuation. But this can't wait even one more day. I have another fantastic cookie cutter announcement!
I'm not sure if you know...but I'm super good at imagining things. Like if there were ninjas of imagination...I would be the Ra's al Ghul. Except maybe not the super-villain part. There is not a situation in the world that I couldn't imagine my way into or out of. Seriously...crazy sounds in the night are amateur hour compared to my imagination. But for all that, I would have never NEVER imagined that a day like this would come.
What I want to know -- is how did eating popcorn while watching a movie become a "thing"? Don't get me wrong. The eating part I get. I mean, I love eating food. And I know it's totally taboo to admit, but sometimes eating is like the anti-toxin to all the loud children "bonding" that goes on at my house during the dark hours of winter. I'll save my dinner until after my kids go to bed and