There was another factor at play in my recovery from this idiotic depression I was in. I may have recently spent all of my money on a ticket to France for this summer. I have $77 to my name. At this point I may as well be homeless. Thank heavens for parents who stand for mooching children, right? But really though... I didn't realize how much I missed it until I bought that ticket. I miss France! And all of my buddies over there! It is pretty heartbreaking really. It is always going to be either one or the other. Here or there. Boy, oh boy, why did I ever go?.... I'm just kidding, of course, but life is never the same afterwards. I'll just have to become rich, I guess.... I am so excited to go though. Dane and I will both be going. We will spend three glorious weeks over there. Too short really.... but I am looking forward to them all the same :). I don't know who has seen this movie, but I love it. Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium. It's colorful and crazy and weird, but it's one of my feel good movies. My greatest wish is to be as cute as Molly Mahoney. My life right now kind of reminds me of hers a little bit. I hope mine ends up as great. Anyway, this is me encouraging you to watch it and to please love it.
What else is on my mind? These cookies. Peanut Butter Cookies from smittenkitchen.com. They are woven into my every thought. They are so delicious it makes me want to cry. There isn't a more perfect cookie. Please believe me. Please make these. I have been waiting for the perfect opportunity. I'm thinking that will be tomorrow. I don't think I can wait much longer. Make them and then we will be like twins, sighing and crying together. You want to do this... trust me. Chocolate and Peanut Butter. Has there ever been a better combination in the whole history of this world? That's a no.
Speaking of wasting time on trivial things, I found this bag and I want to make one like it. It's cute, right? Of course we know it won't end up looking a thing like it, but it would be fun to try anyway.....
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