Some days.

2.01.2012

Some days you need a pink frosted cookie with sprinkles.  In the shape of a heart.  Love in its buttery sugary form.  Some days you hoard this cookie in your purse, stare at it possessively and contemplate how much to consume before your husband gets a peek at it... for then it will surely be devoured.  



Some days it takes a ten minute phone conversation with the girl at the pizza place to decide just which pizza you want.  Prozac pie or the MAD life crisis?  Why is it that the pizza place seems to think I'm on the edge of a nervous breakdown? We finally chose (yes we, she was as much apart of the decision as I) the Almost Joe's Special.  Minus three of what I assume were Joe's chosen toppings.  


Some days truest joy is in the moment when you pass the DISKDRV car on the freeway... a car completely lined head to toe (or rather bumper to bumper) with floppy disks.  Sighting # 2. 


Some days. 

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