I feel like in order to write, I need to have something noteworthy to write about. It's tricky to make a full-blown narrative about folding socks... I've been reading this book about Queen Victoria, and I find myself wondering about what she did on the days that she didn't write in her journal. The days that didn't go down in history. I guess she just did her "everyday" stuff. (I bet she never had to fold her socks). Every day doesn't have to be extraordinary, does it? That's what I need to remind myself.
I broke down and made chocolate chip cookies tonight. I think I ate too many... ick. What's your favorite cookie? I found a recipe for these easter hunt cookies. There will be a plate of them at our house sometime this week. Count on that. I thought about putting chocolate chips in them, and then realized they might look like other things hiding in the grass, besides easter eggs...
Have a happy day, listen to the rain, and rest easy, knowing the weekend is almost here!
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