It started a few weeks ago; when Tara came over to cook and hang out, I complained to him that Sydney Sue was having an off day. Earlier that day, she wanted to go out; I let her out, and she just stood on the patio, staring at nothing, not moving. I watched her, and she just stood there. After a few minutes, I made her come back in. Tara looked at her, checked her lymph nodes, and pointed out that they were a bit swollen.
I am completely enamored. I get a little warm and tingly on the inside when I think about my newest love. You know how it is... can't stop thinking, dreaming, sighing...
...sigh...
But it's totally justified in my case. And well earned. But first, I have to digress a little, give a little background.
I did it! I harbored doubts about the outcome; I searched for recipes for a week; I read and researched and looked at pictures. I ended up using three different recipes for the components, and I read them and re-read them to make SURE I knew what I was in for.
So, I'm not usually a fan of sweets. I don't get sad and eat cookies, I don't always want something sweet after dinner. But sometimes, I crave MAKING sweets. I don't care if I eat them; usually, I just want a taste, and that's it. It's really the act of making the dessert that I like. Weird, huh?
