End of Summer Blues

I can’t believe that the Summer is almost over. It is the first week of August. I wish that I could flip over an hourglass or something and July would be starting over again. Then I would go off and do something fun. Back to school, which means back to school clothes and backpacks and school supplies and all of that great stuff. I remember when getting my new school clothes was the highlight of my September. Hee hee hee. Maybe I’ll get some clothes (and matching shoes) for myself, too. Scratch that. My husband looks at this blog. Hi honey.

I have been doing this self improvement program and one of the exercises was to give up a food that is my weakness. That would have to be oatmeal raisin cookies. The kind made with whole wheat flour that you can just smell the brown sugar off of. Yeah, so I gave those up, and my hubby bought a bag for the kids. They like them too. They asked me for some yesterday, and the aroma that came out as I opened the bag, they have NEVER smelled that good. Every time I am alone in the kitchen, they summon me in some high pitched subliminal voice, “Yoo Whoo!! Hi there!!!” It’s almost like they are smiling at me or something, but I will be strong. I can do it, though, I keep telling myself. I will NOT be punked by a bag of non-chocolate cookies. HMPH.