When I get depressed, I like to eat. And eating usually means baking. I've made dinner at home the last three nights (seriously a record when I'm working full-time) and tonight I just wanted sweets.
This is definitely a sign of good things to come.
Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.
Pretty sure I gained weight when my 15 year old cat died. :( It was like losing a brother...almost.
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear about Shady. I am glad you are feeling better. Grief is tricky give it time.
ReplyDeleteI am a comfort food addict! Baking makes me feel so much better but that is why I am a chubby butt!
ReplyDeleteLove ya Kendahl!
white chocolate! hells yes!
ReplyDeleteI bet they were delish.. love the cupcake plate. I say that at Roberts and want it sooo bad. I have had to talk myself out of buying it a million times LOL :)
ReplyDeleteoops.. "saw" that not say LOL
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