Feb. 3: Moments ago, I could be found sitting on the kitchen floor next to an open cabinet door. This gave me easy access to the bag of chocolate chips I have stashed there. Usually I grab a handful here and there, but I kinda needed a good luxurious time with my chocolate bits. So there I was, sitting on my dirty kitchen floor in my workout sweats, ignoring the unhappiness coming from the other room, and reaching into my secret stash for just one more taste.
In the words of PioneerWoman.com, “Just keepin’ it real.”
Althea, Bryan, Andrew, and Sylvia