If I Had Eaten Breakfast, I Would Have Done A Face Plant In It

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In short, I am exhausted.

Actually, I am not ready to say "I wish to never see another cookie again!" I simply wish for a better back and shoes that wouldn't leave my feet swollen. (And yes, I was wearing sensible shoes. I did not feel the need to be someone's fantasy and bake a thousand cookies in my high heels and underwear.)

All in all, I spent about 30+ hours gathering supplies and baking this weekend. Tonight, I go back for another round of baking and boxing them up.

I'm not complaining! I'm just very tired. Very, very tired. I am having trouble stringing together coherent sentances. I sort of drift off in the middle of asking questions. "Did you, um, ever... find..." And then I forget what I was saying.

I feel like a Keebler Elf who was run over by the cookie truck.

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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.

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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