The jar of gourmet spoonable cookie dough Skip picked out at Kings--and a package of the "ultimate" cookies.
Such a puzzle--making healthy choices all day and then I lose my footing in the face of these treats.
Until tomorrow.
An ongoing quest for the meaning of life. Does true happiness exist in a Tory Burch turquoise-trimmed sheath, a MarieBelle Dark Chocolate Croquette bar, a rose garden, a rocky Maine beach, a daughter's eyes, an inky star-sprinkled sky, hours of computer keystrokes that tell a story--or all of the above?
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