I know it sounds horrifying, but don't worry. I've not gone mad. I just am finally honoring some promises I made to some boys. My kitchen is a complete disaster: oatmeal raison cookies on one end, and white chocolate chip on the other.
Mr. Pockrus - Thanks for driving me places. Here are your promised cookies (3 months or so late).
Mr. Thompson - Happy 18th, my genius next door.
Call me your darling and I just might respond.
All my love,