Since no one fed me this morning and there was a bag of potato chips in my room, I ate that for breakfast. and since I’m me, I of course ate way too much. Just my luck that I would then be presented with freshly baked cookies that included a quad of experimental hybrids that I was obligated to “test” since the baker of them is on a rigorous diet preventing her from even touching something with that many calories without a set of tongs and rubber gloves.
The hybrid monster was an Oreo baked into a chocolate chip cookie. Obviously, it was delicious. You don’t need me to report the shocking late breaking news that America’s favorite cookie inside America’s other favorite cookie is a taste winner, but that’s what happened.
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Now I feel heavy and slow and a little tired and it’s not even 2pm. I must now set my Nike shoe app for double the mileage and go run until it says I’m allowed to stop.
The bright side: It’s so warm here this January afternoon that I can run with my shirt off. The dark side: I look like this:
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