Sometimes it's just the kind of day that requires cookies and milk. It brings me back to kindergarten days. The comfort of playing hard and getting a break with real cold milk and the king of all cookies, the champion of the universe, the sublime, the ethereal: The Oreo.
When it's double stuff, all the better.
So I'm having one of those moments with a small glass of milk and a couple of oreos. Magnificent. I can now face the rest of the evening: a trip back to the high school for a rehearsal, a jaunt to the bookstore for a much-needed book, a load of laundry, another 1500 words for the novel.
Yep. I can do it!