This is my M.O. It's what I've got. It's what I do. Are we happy? I'll bake cookies. Are we sad? I'll bake cookies. Are we angry? I'll bake cookies. Are we menstrual? I'll bake cookies. I like to think they are "healthy," since there's no eggs or butter, and it's mostly organic, and usually vegan. But, um, the fact remains that they are COOKIES and are still full of sugar and chocolate. Because why even bother to bake cookies if there's no sugar and chocolate?
I will admit it. I have a drinking problem. I am addicted to warm beverages. I waste far too much money far too often on various forms of hot cocoa and chai. And then, the next morning, when I need to make room in my vehicle's drink holder for the morning's tea, I place the remains of last night's fix on this little ledge in the garage. Right in front of the weird plastic giraffe and the Boston police's "no stopping or parking" order.
There is more real life for the viewing over at Beth's.