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Ricotta Cinnamon & Sugar Danish

Breakfast

Wednesday’s here and totally in motion. And I have some serious mid-week thoughts!!

1st – Why isn’t Seinfeld on Netflix’s instant watch? WHY! Pretty sure Netflix has done extensive research and figured out every single show/movie/comedy special I could possibly want to watch and decided not to stream those things.

2. Venus is apparently in retrograde, did you know this? And (some) of my friends tell me this is why I’ve been feeling like I’m in a crazy slump. This is true…I’m in a slump–it happens. Luckily, for me, it’s supposed to be lifted (or whatever) next week! I don’t believe in astrology really, but whatevs, I’ll take it.

3. I really don’t want to be one of those people that looks like their animals. You know what I’m talking about? That’s my biggest fear in getting this new dog that I’ve been talking about non-stop. I don’t want us to be twinsies! That’s always weird and awkward and people will always look at us and under their breath go, Oh weird, those two look alike. Just like the opening credit sequence in 101 Dalmations.

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Cinnamon & Sugar Crackers

Cookies, Desserts, Snacks

Let’s talk my favorite holiday subject: presents!!

Look, I know I’m supposed to act all adult-like and humble and and be like, “Me? Nah…I don’t need a present. Don’t get me a present. I have everything I need…”

But can we be honest? I love presents. And sure I do have most things I need, but I still have wants. Duh.

I like that someone got in their car, went somewhere, picked something out just for me. I like that someone wrapped something, put a bow on it…just for me. Presents–when thoughtful–feel warm and sweet, and are just plain awesome.

If someone baked me something, put it in a glass jar, learned how to make a pom-pom (just for me!) and gave it to me…swoon. Seriously, can we get friend married?

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Pear Pie Pop Tarts

Breakfast, Desserts, Snacks

“Positive, positive, positive!!”

That’s my favorite line from Knocked Up.

Leslie Mann says it to Katherine-whatever-her-name-is when she’s all bummed out and can’t bring herself to get out of bed.

I say it to Teri when she’s being a brat.

I also say it to myself, outloud…every Monday morning when I look at my gigantic to-do list. I have to un-bratify myself, you know?

Monday mornings require pep-talks. It’s just a fact. Pep-talks. Coffee…and pop-tarts don’t hurt either.

Pop Tarts was a genius invention. They knew what they were doing. They knew they were basically just making pie for breakfast. It’s cool. We’re all cool with it, pop tart inventor. We thank you.

I didn’t grow up on pop tarts, unfortunately. I wasn’t that lucky. My parents saw through their marketing schemes; they knew the deal.

But now that I’m a grown-up and pay taxes and parking tickets and deal with all sorts of fun stuff…I’ve made the decision that I’m gonna have pie for breakfast…and call it a pop tart.

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