Mrs. Field

Like childbirth, I'm quickly reminded how difficult Daylight Saving Time is on the body. And the mind. Nevermind the fact I will come home with enough light to walk Maggie Rose. The first day sucks.

To make the transition to 'Spring Forward', I indulged in a gift of Mrs. Field's cookies. My colleague had no way of knowing my love for Mrs. Field's yummy goodness. Back in the day, I took my kids to Northpark before it became behemoth shopping. It was a peaceful place my children and I both enjoyed visiting. Ah, the memories. Mrs. Field's cookies were always on our list of 'must-do'.

There isn't enough coffee for Spring Forward. Ever. Not one to partake of cookies very often, today I gorged six cookies, mini, but six. I needed these cookies. Oh my, the buttery, chocolate goodness, touched me deep in my soul. It will take me one week to work off one hour of indulgence. My tush likes cookies too, and hangs on to every calorie for dear life.

Money evaporates, time flies, but cookies on the tush are almost forever.

I hope you were able to sleep in this morning. Once past initial shock of an hour lost, never to be found, I will be grateful for our time change in my beautiful mountains, much more time to play. For now, I'm ready for bedtime. It can't come soon enough.

Now to let God bless the work of my hands today.

(Thank you dear friend, for the gift. You had no way of knowing this treat would bless my socks off this gorgeous — dark — Sunday morning.)

xoxo

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