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If Only All Of Life's Choices Were This Simple

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Since Starbucks was skipped this morning, I sit and deliberate between breakfast choices: raspberry or citrus mousse Pims?

Pims are a delightful French cookie with which I find myself delightfully enraptured. They are a soft sweet biscuit spread with your filling of choice and the topped with a thin layer of dark chocolate. The perfect companion for a steaming cup of tea.

Tea I have not this morning, but thanks to my sister's attentiveness in a emotional meltdown last week, two boxes of cookies I do have.

Raspberry or citrus?

I really favor the raspberry, but don't want to leave all the citrus uneaten. That really would be the worst of crimes. However, in the end, they will both be simple memories with only a light scattering of crumbs on my desk to bespeak their legacy. (That, and the extra rolls around my waist. Which, I dare say, is a bit more lasting than the crumb pattern.)

Perhaps I will shake things up a bit next week and get orange or even try the orchard pear.

If all of life's problems could simply be gaining three pounds and eating imported sweets.

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

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I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.


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