1. Why does my child deem it necessary to FREAK OUT as if I were ripping out his fingernails when:
he drops a fruit snack?
the dog walks near him?
Diego isn't on?
I don't give him cheese?
the world turns?

2. Why can't I stop thinking about pecan pie?

3. Speaking of pie, why am I feeling the sudden urge to bake ridiculous amounts of yummy things? I really really really want to get in the kitchen and create cookies and cakes and pies. First I would make the pecan pie, of course. A traditional one, and then a chocolate pecan pie. I'm also feeling the need for some inaugural fall pumpkin bread and red velvet cupcakes. Oh, andjamarattigan 's post makes me want to test out the potential presidential cookie recipes. And just for fun, a checkerboard cake, probably in orange and white in the hopes that it would send the Vols some much needed luck this year, assuming they haven't all disbanded and joined the traveling circus.



4. Why can't I eat all of that stuff? Maybe I should open up a bakery.

5. Why can't I call in sick? I need a mental health day.