Last night I had a dream where I was back in the halls of my high school – somehow now two stories, somehow all the walls a weird shade of hospital green – stealing cookies from festive cookie tins with non-Mean Girls Rachel McAdams. It was slightly more normal than the dream I had a couple nights ago, where I was sorting through hundreds of Tupperware tops and bottoms in Ina Garten’s kitchen as Ina looked on, slowly singing “Someone’s In The Kitchen With Ina.”
It convinced me that I need to blog more, that I’ve neglected Hot Diggity Daffodil over the past few months. It’s true, I can’t deny it – but that’s going to change. Expect to see a lot more of me, because with giant life changes (more on that in the future….maybe) comes an opportunity to blog and complain about it.