I don't have words for what is happening in the world right now.
​Well, that's not true. I have a lot of words, but who cares what I think.
George Floyd was murdered. So many others have been murdered.
I know someone who committed the same crime that George committed that day. Sure, he got into trouble, but he never feared for his life while getting arrested. If the color of his skin was different, it's possible he wouldn't be here today.
We will get justice for George. I pray this is the last time something like this happens. 
I love you, and I'm very worried about all of us. 

How is everyone doing? 
Me? I’m fine, thanks for asking. 

     I don’t have any silly story to give, or any nostalgia to hit you in the face with this week. Just me checking in on you.
We are finally seeing the other side of ~The Quarantine~ tunnel. Some people are really excited about it, and some people aren’t so excited about it. Both feelings are okay! 
Shoot, I’m excited to not hear, “In times like these…”, “In these unprecedented times…”, or “With everyone staying home…”, on my TV anymore! But I’m not excited about all the tension it’s caused. 

    I’m already feeling nostalgic for this time. Obviously, I can do without the fear, the deaths, and the economy tanking, but there weren’t any expectations of me. My time didn’t belong to anyone else but me. Have you ever said, “If I just had the time, I could…”? Well, you know what, I had 3 months worth of time, and still didn’t do any of that stuff I talked about doing. Not to say I didn’t do anything productive, because I did. But no, I did NOT learn how to play Feelin’ Alright on my Casio like I’ve been wanting to do since Christmas.

     I hope all of you learned a little bit about yourself, because I know I did. I think that is most important. Living through a Pandemic is awful. There is no doubt I’ll remember it that way, but I want to also remember it as a time where I made some positive changes in my life. Like learning how to prioritize my time better, or learning how not to touch my face so much (honestly! Who knew it would be so hard?). And I hope that for you, too. I hope you’re doing alright. I hope you aren’t sitting at home pouting about all the things that were taken away from you. Pouting feels good, but it’s never the answer. Same goes for cheese, trust me. 

     Before I go, I want to thank all of you who have supported this little business through…sigh…these unprecedented times. You have kept me busy, hopeful, and happy. I am going to add a video below of a song that has been stuck in my head the last few days. It goes along with this post. I hope you dance a little bit while listening to it. But just a little.

Be cool, & (responsibly) party on.

     If you know me, you know I’ve recently fallen in love. And his name is S’mores. It wasn’t love at first sight, but rather a slow burn. I really slept on S’more my whole childhood, but now I’m hooked, and I can’t get enough. 
     It all happened last summer. I said to myself, “Self, we have to do something to make summer nights special, otherwise it’s just another night.” (I re-wrote that sentence 1,000 times, and every time I sound like a 1950s housewife.) After deciding that a “summery” cocktail every night would be absurd (but would it?), I landed on S’mores. Something changed in me that first night I made them. I became a believer. 
     When summer ended, I cooled off on the S’mores. But when we were ordered to stay at home, and the world seemed to be ending, I decided to treat myself again. My first panic buy was a supply of S’mores ingredients. I absolutely have my priorities straight. 
     Anyway, I wrote this for you, S’mores. I love you.

I just wanted to take the time to share with you some of the gorgeous artwork from the movie Cinderella. I know, two Disney posts in a row. No, they aren't paying me.

Images pulled from animationscreencaps.com