I never really enjoyed using cookie cutters. I never really did. When my mom did bake, we use to just make random shapes, unless it was my Great Grandma's shortcake reciepe. We always had to do that correctly. Sweet, shapeful and really friggen good.
This season makes me want to spend all my evenings in my parents basement, drawing on the ceilings and avoiding grown-up things. Like, dealing with the cable guy, finding out how to work our buzzer, talking to our landlord, being lonely when he gets home late. Like right now, listening to soft music and almost having a hernia when the closet creepily opened by itself.
I feel that my overactive imagination may never be cured.
I found this on Marnie's flickr, and it made me laugh!
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