My dear friend Jenn sent me an email earlier today with her recipe for cinnamon rolls. I only responded to it this evening while Morgan was out picking up a chair we bought off craigslist.
This email I sent to poor, unsuspecting Jenn is EXACTLY why I should not be left unattended with a computer on my lap.
Thank you! I can't wait to make these.
(Morgan thanks you too. Really, he's like contemplating asking you into our marriage. I think that's weird.)
(actually that's not true (the part about Morgan opening our marriage to you is not true. The part about me thinking it's weird is true.) I just made it up. Morgan's not even home now.)
(But! if he was home, he would certainly be excited that I have a delicious cinnamon roll recipe.)
(I think the fact that Morgan is gone is causing me to ramble via email)
(Do you sort of wish I would stop writing?)
(I CAN'T SEEM TO STOP!!!!)
(Oh thank God, I hear the garage opening. Once again Morgan saves me from myself.)
Wishing you sweeat dreams and cinnamon roll kisses.
What the hell is a cinnamom roll kiss?
SOMEONE TAKE THE COMPUTER FROM ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!