Hard Decisions
I was packing some things in the kitchen tonight and picked up a bag of sugar.
My brain sent up a red flag and stopped my hand from putting the bag into the box as it calculated the number of teaspoons I would need for the next ten days. Four cups of cofee a day multiplied by ten makes fourty. Which introduced the next calculation: How many teaspoons of sugar did that little sugar bowl hold, anyway?
STUPID ALERT: I'm going to end this post because it is stupid. But it is an accurate description of what I've been doing lately.