Why do I dream about food? There must be a connection between me dreaming about food, and not loosing weight. It must be purely psychological. On the plus side, I get to make yummy recipes each day.
Is there really a sock monster in my dryer? I have a whole box of single socks that cannot find their match. Sad, really.
Why do I mop my kitchen floor? When only seconds after I’m done- the floor gets covered in dog tracks, muddy shoes, crumbs of food, spots of milk or ice cream. It’s never clean anymore.
Will I finish my next manuscript by my deadline?
” I love deadlines. I love the sound they make as they go whooshing past.” (Can you name that movie?)
Is there anyone out there reading this little blog?
If I will ever get a good night’s sleep again?
Can a person every have too many shoes?
Those are my thoughts today, as I continue on the path of writing recipes, being a mom, and cleaning my house.