i’m baking Fuck You Wolfie cookies today: cinnamon molasses spice. I’m mixing, rolling, dipping in cinnamon sugar, baking. It’s pretty quiet here with Mr. B gone to his new office. I even liked him yesterday when he came home from ‘work’… That’s good news.
I’m baking cookies today in preparation for a new sober treat care package. You know, the treats you’re supposed to buy for yourself but sometimes you forget, or are busy, or are uninspired.
I got this lovely email about the last treat box:
So, I just got the care package yesterday, awesome, thanks. I can’t tell you how much fun it was to get that package 🙂 I did eat the ginger cookies. Holy Mother of God they were good! I did manage to not eat them all, in order to save for later… thank you so much!”
and this one
Nom, nom – that’s the sound of me eating the delicious treats from my treat box! I especially love the ginger cookies and the FUW tea. Thanks so much, Belle. I’m glad you decided to definitely do the treat boxes. To me it’s just a little tangible “pat on the back” for a job well done. I also loved the handwritten note.”
I bought the pink and purple socks for myself but then figured I should get 10 pairs and put them in the treat box too. Just cuz.
I am happily sober today. And my world is all about food. The sober treat box cookies, the podcast i recorded yesterday about mashed potatoes. I’m doing coaching calls tomorrow and my ‘treat’ for dinner will be a trip to Chipotle’s. when you live far from home, i can assure you that a beef taco is a pretty wonderful treat. i’m also going get myself a copy of the sunday new york times this weekend. for a treat. and i’ll eat the cinnamon cookies and wear my fuzzy socks and read the paper.