I'm pretty sure I was lying down when I took this.
Somehow I managed to miss National Donut Day. Luckily there's still time to catch Fudge Day on the 16th. (June is brought to you by Weight Watchers.)
Truth be told, I've never liked fudge much. Granted, my sole encounters with the stuff were during our annual trips to Silver Dollar City. One's palate can't exactly be trusted at 10. (All I remember is being shocked by the sweet - which is saying a lot, coming from a kid who used to eat Nestle Quik straight from the can.) But it always looks so tempting, like undercooked brownies. (Dude, when's THAT day?) I'm tempted to make some from scratch to see if I like it better as an adult. Maybe I'll find a way to add kale to it.
Feeling a little stagnant with the writing lately. Since I practically single-parent it during daylight hours, once baby's down for the night I am DONE. I have plenty of time after 7 (well, I would if I turned off So You Think You Can Dance) but I'm always too wiped to summon the creative. I know, I know, J.K. Rowling wrote "Harry Potter" during her daughter's naps (I'm pretty sure she drugged her) but man, were you all this tired when your kids were small?